Fallen Idols*
Rise up again you bits of exploded stone.
Pumice by the furnace of time.
Re-inhabit the bodies you once represented.
There is nothing to admit or exclude.
Own my crisis or yours.
What we remember...
What will you forget?
What can we offer
The snake in his box?
Difficulties anent thighs.
Take yourself home, now.
Jump into bed but remember your dreams.
They make the sun rise tomorrow.
Plug up the holes in our lives.
Our relatives are dead now
So we can breathe.
The guest room in your soul is waiting.
Your text is gone,
Looking for higher quarters.
Adults will never understand a child's world.
Look over my shoulder
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And what you will see
Is more than a fashion statement.
If you only have one name,
How did the other one die?
Be careful what you say
Especially to yourself.
Do anything against rage.
The interest in intimacy has been exploited
But not here.
We make one another who we are.
Restore the print to flesh
Then wean us.
Tom Savage
2/22/06
*Written while watching The Fallen Idol by Carol Reed and Graham Greene
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