Green Cathedral – from the Poetry Archive

The son of the Allentown butcher
will lead the way
point man on the sweep today
through God’s heavenly green cathedral

Verdant canopy reaching to heaven;
flickering sunlight illuminates
a mottled parrot red and blue
while on the moss a mantis waits.

Her body rises as he kisses her mouth
he knows not where he ends and she begins;
Pistol and stamen
intoxicating flower

Why am I here carrying a gun
and not with her
where I would rather be
inhaling her scent?

Tread softly lest I become
a clump of earth.
Will the cathedral know
I have passed this way

if I do not bleed
and mix my essence with the ground?
Or will my footprint remain
the calling card of our appointment

this afternoon, just before
the twilight of Apollo
when I will kill or be killed
by the son of a rice farmer.

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About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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1 Response to Green Cathedral – from the Poetry Archive

  1. beetleypete says:

    Always worth reading again, Frank.
    Best wishes, Pete.

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