Freedom Poem by Stan Rodriguez

Lay down my ancient torso
in some memorial park.

Lay down this wooded coffin
beneath that of walking men.

Lay down these aged bones so brittle
where life's map is written on the wrinkles of my face.

Lay down this tired-weary body
for it does long to have its final rest.

Death's at my doorstep and I do hear him calling
singing his song "Temptation" of an eternal sleep

With this, he lures my soul I'm going
obeying him, as he shows me freedom
across the lifeless sea.