Francis Santaquilani


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,

And giggles,

Then death.

One passed on. The other died

And goes on.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, December 12, 2011


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