Funeral for a Friend
The corona of the sun rolled
Into the steep ridges of the cliffs
Where the swaying of svelte legs
Still cast the black pendulums
Out-shadowing the anthem of the day
And as it flushed the slithering roads
Without a hiss, raising the skeptic head
Like the serpent that it was
Still, I traversed the valley valiantly
Shunning the venoms and fangs
Straight into the point blank demise
Of ephemeral times
I shall don my best guise
As I trample in my meander
And swallow the slivers
Of sequestered amenities
And I shall mount the granite legs
With the impetus of veracity
Detaching from the rail tracks
Lingering to nostalgic melancholia
I will reckon a phantom
Holding a lamp, flooding the darkness
And I will tether myself
In this unfettered expedition
The shadows behind the frosted tombs
Would dither to remember
The quicksand waltz of fingers
That caressed the ruptured chambers
With unbigoted honesty
Now, gone, pilfered.
And the promises may be veritable,
But evanescence is certifiable, incorrigible
Congealed in the distanced veneer
Of the verisimilitude of impassable
Tail lights of the finite
My unfettered bliss, my vows,
We may be a one trick dog
For the serpentine alleys
But I shall engulf the devouring
And linger in the darkness
Of the snake's burrow
Celebrating your fangled funeral
While the other snake boulevards
Deuce the dice, climb the ladders,
Shed their skin and ingest it.
A crown of hibiscus, a candle,
A cold shattered pumping.
People are people,
Those days were days,
A funeral for a death
To stray in the impasse,
And a comrade is always.
Always.
poem by Norman Santos
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