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John Lee's Dead
John lee’s dead and the motorcade winds toward the old hill and its chapel choked with vines.
The clouds are dark and swollen. There’s tears in his widows eyes, and ravens deck the branches of the trees as they roll by.
As the gates groan wide the clouds begin to burst and the sky throws down its spears, a thousand tears on John Lee’s hearse.
Now a hundred dark umbrellas like black flowers bloom around a pit that yawns to swallow one more memory in the ground.
And John Lee’s window’s weeping in a veil of black lace (Though some detect a smile, If only just a trace).
The priest, he babbles nonsense about heaven, God, and sin as the casket slowly lowers in the low and mournful din.
The dearly beloved who are gathered here today will forget death in an hour as they drink their tears away.
And John Lee’s funeral’s over. He’s down too deep to dream, and only grass will go there and not until the spring.
© JM Tiffany
The Mender's Prayer
Light, don’t shine too brightly. Dark, don’t be so dim. Love, come to us nightly, Death, don’t be so grim.
God, don’t be so heavy. Devil, just go away. Wisdom, find us rightly. Fools, don’t be so gay.
Hope, don’t be so distant. Fear, don’t be a friend. Laughter, keep on laughing. What’s broken, time to mend.
© JM Tiffany
no longer
Our whole lives color coded: clothes and toys. Pinks, blues: our personality defined. We were not given our own ways to find, accepting, brainwashed, that boys will be boys, all full of violence, assaulting noise, and girls will be their perfect pets divine, discreetly bred to be domestic, kind, conditioned to submit, to watch with poise.
Awaking from our blindness, bit by bit we are uninstalling unjust lessons. Exploring, we inspect and question it, no longer puzzle pieces forcing fit. We wonder if we are just daughters, sons because no longer do we idly sit.
I swear to all the ruined piñatas in the world, if I ever stop shipping rosekiller I give each and every person in the world permission to brutally murder me.