NOTHING NEW UNDER THE SUN
Somewhere a chrome barrel is cooling, a tall
bridge is aching it’s a jump. It is there, despair
is haunted by appeasements grace.
In jar of chalky pills tattooed in skull & bone,
and a Yelena Shvart’s FDA warning label––in
extended prose. Somewhere there is a wrist
without pulse, or maybe dressed to the nines
in bloody gills. A crystal ship that won’t float.
There in the lovely woods a leaf, a branch, a
limb- a-rope. There is a hospital, a band on a
delicate newborn, that says ‘this is me.’ A tag
on a toe, of who you know or were.
Somewhere
there is a motel room spattered in neon red.
Eternities 2:00 A.M. digital clock pulsing:
‘I am sorry, I am sorry’, over, and over again.
Somewhere in a dark window, is a fresh
crescent moon, all dressed up, with nowhere
to go, a shovel stacked full with dirt awaiting its throw.
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Dan confesses: "This piece was written to highlight how uneventful, we, in our digital culture, treat untimely death. How we love life, yet groom cemeteries. How we can’t wait to have our children be born, and enter this crazy paradoxical place."
DAN A. CARDOZA has a B.A. in Psychology and an M.S. in Counseling from the University of California, Sacramento. For more, visit his website.
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