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The Quick and the Dead

June 11, 2005

n.d.


We are the quick and the dead,
the leeched and the bled.
Until, on that day,
HE’ll take us away.


HE is alive and well and living in San Francisco


We are the old and the weak,
the strong and the meek,
wasting away
until Judgment Day


“Thank you.”  “You’re welcome.”
”Thank you for saying ‘You’re welcome!’”
”You’re welcome for saying ‘You’re welcome!’”


We are rude and polite.
We are black, we are white,
We are red, yellow, brown
Awaiting the sound.


“Oops,” said the flea, “there’s a horsey on me.”


We are the quick and the dead.
By HIM we are led
through the end of all days
by forgotten ways.


For thine is the freedom, and the flower, and the story,
for ever and ever.




A bit of whimsy, playing on the idea of the “quick” and the dead.  I never understood the juxtaposition of those thoughts — what’s fast about the dead?  Kind of a “Lord’s Prayer” after the fact.

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One comment

  1. You are really very good. I have written some poetry, but only one has been published as of yet. But I am working on more. LOL I have posted some on my other blog, http://www.southerngalgoesnorth.bravehost.com (Dana’s Back Porch). If you get a chance, go on over and tell me what you think.



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