Raise the Dead
by Steve Roth
Where are your friends now?
I don't know
They've flown away
like startled birds
Like dry leaves
they were blown away
I'm the last rose
left on the bush
crying to raise the dead
But tell those
with chain saws for consciences
that their gags
don't shut me up
They only make me feel
like singing
an unrestrained love song
Where are the ones
who love you now?
I don't know
They've set me free
Thorns may still prick them deeply
but love was driving
its spear through their hearts
& they didn't want to
go like that
But tell those
with machine guns for imaginations
that their shots
don't bring me down
They only make me feel
like dancing
to an unrestrained love song
Autumn Leaves
volume 8 number 6
This poem is copyright © 2004, Steve Roth, all rights reserved.
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