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Something to Remember

 There was something to remember,

about ghostly chains and empty cribs?

But Excess drowns the echo, this December.

 

TV specials clash with tempers,

and caged family façade rips.

There was something to remember.

 

Tables sag, belts buckle, and greasy gluttony dismembers,

with bulging lips and pants, custom stretched, for heavy hips.

But excess drowns the echo, this December.

 

Granny grins, and scratches a hairy chin, not plucked since last September.

Rustling mumbling hand washed plastic bags, she opens closes draws of string and paper clips.

There was something to remember.

 

Ironing wastes of wrapping paper, lessons learned long ago stir at Granny’s embers.

Harp strings of angels she holds, tinsel of Christmas past, balding but for a few twinkling strips.

But excess drowns the echo, this December.

 

There was a Spirit, to help and hold together, that called to march and dig and be a member.

Some thing about making do? Bombs, blitz, some guy called Fritz? Granny falters, memory slips.

There was something to remember,

But excess drowns the echo, this December.

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This entry was posted on November 29, 2012 by in Poetry and tagged , .
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