CHILDREN OF THIS GENERATION
“…we have piped for you and you have not danced….” Mt 11:17
Why, I wonder, would you want to play the funeral dirge?
because it’s raining ice pellets as winter offers
its death rattle for this year and here you sit alone
because of scary roads? or because fifteen years ago,
Miss Dimples, in fifth grade, sang the same song you hear today
because of another rattle that shook her soul and she lashed out
at you as you dropped your stupid pencil once more, stupid girl
who will never get past this moment? or maybe you hold open
a wet umbrella inside your soul
keeping the light from directly contacting you?
--Sukany 21 Feb 2013
“…we have piped for you and you have not danced….” Mt 11:17
Why, I wonder, would you want to play the funeral dirge?
because it’s raining ice pellets as winter offers
its death rattle for this year and here you sit alone
because of scary roads? or because fifteen years ago,
Miss Dimples, in fifth grade, sang the same song you hear today
because of another rattle that shook her soul and she lashed out
at you as you dropped your stupid pencil once more, stupid girl
who will never get past this moment? or maybe you hold open
a wet umbrella inside your soul
keeping the light from directly contacting you?
--Sukany 21 Feb 2013