Taken Out - Poem by Francis Santaquilani
Even the rocks of our faith
Grow weak in their knees
When they recall how she was taken out
In front of her twin.
Like using a bulldozer to transplant a flower.
She was bound for heaven everyone agreed.
She'd willingly go.
So why the screechy and gory show?
On a sunny sunday.
On a birthday sunday.
There were balloons and
The pursuit of more balloons,
One passed on. The other died
And goes on.
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