"Testimony, Trial" (7-Minute NaPoWriMo Poem for April 24)

Testimony, Trial




So many damaged souls,
the many souls of the Maya
now reduced to one mumbling
into eternity past. The simple
street scene, the reek. No one
to wash. No one to watch.
The many, stupefied into spectacle
on a San Francisco street -- far from love.
Alone, together, they gather on the corner,
line the center: wild ivy on a sideways tower.
Escaped from themselves, they lie
against the hardened offices, guttered
and guttural against the elements
of an elemental losing. Touch them.
Give them a cent. Re-center them
with sleep. The stark reruns unwind
indefinitely. Stalling. Stalling
at the testimonial chalice -- a witness,
a leathered bound book, a trial:
this person. Here.





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written in 7 minutes for National Poetry Writing Month for April 24

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