the pride that goes before a fall
the cemetery where the bullets are buried
and the people are not
the cemetery of the kiss of death
the kiss of remembrance
the cemetery where the tombs stand
on their hind legs and walk away
time was a thirst and a hunger
time was the sting of iodine
the sting of a wasp
that was tall as a man and feared by all
the bite of uselessness and sloth
the bite of disregard
the winter that froze the heart of summer
that froze the beams of sunlight
right there in the sky
the grave of horror and sorrow
the graves of the children that could not be saved
their bodies stacked like cords of wood
and covered over with grief and wails
the cemetery that holds death like a prison holds men
lIke a cruel bride who toys with a weak husband
or like a cruel husband waits out his own bitterness
a poverty that is beaten down with the jawbone of an ass
a poverty that leaves pockmarks on the skin of the young
the cemetery where the bullets are buried
and the people are not
time like a sharp blade
a sharp blade that is mistaken for the deeps of time
the slayer of pride
james lee jobe
like a stream in the hills
what is more fluid, more yielding than water -lao tzu
life rolls by on steel wheels as a train does
and yet the afternoon seems small anyway
like a child or an unfinished thought
the dogs have lapped up the butter from the dish
and summer is half over
would you rather feed the poor
or buy more guns for the soldiers
bigger guns
bigger bullets
what was odysseus thinking when he had himself lashed
to the mast of his ship and the sirens sang so seductively
prometheus returned the use of fire to the humans
he must have known there would be hell to pay
chained to that rock an eagle ate his liver every day
and every night it grew back again
zeus was a republican
and he chaired the senate finance committee
be the water slipping down to the lower places
flowing easy and slow like a stream in the hills
a young girl comes to the bank
and eases her feet into the blue water
isn't she lovely
do you hope that she is kind
james lee jobe
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