Alvarez, Marines

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Digressions Literary MagazineVolume 3 Winter 2006 Article 101-1-2006Another Last PoemMarines AlvarezNova Southeastern UniversityFollow this and additional works at: http://nsuworks.nova.edu/digressionsPart of the Poetry CommonsThis Poetry is brought to you for free and open access by the CAHSS Journals at NSUWorks. It has been accepted for inclusion in Digressions LiteraryMagazine by an authorized administrator of NSUWorks. For more information, please contact nsuworks@nova.edu.Recommended CitationAlvarez, Marines (2006) "Another Last Poem," Digressions Literary Magazine: Vol. 3, Article 10.Available at: http://nsuworks.nova.edu/digressions/vol3/iss1/1012 13FaithOmar LopezAnother Last PoemMarines AlvarezI guess I was expected to wiltEat the Fruit of SinAnd let it take the place of a little girl’s faithI was given this jaded heartAnd expected to wear it under my sleeveThey gave me all the appropriately cynical answersAnd all the rational against youI let myself have all the hurtEnough to make it obvious that heaven is too noble a solutionEnough loss to suspect and doubt(Two misingredients in faith)I was the girl in the great gardenWho felt the creator’s eyes on a naked bodySoiled by sinI was the one who wanted to know it allThe world sees all the indications of a Godless creatureAnd yetBut stillEven thenIn my muddied hands I hold my mustard seedIt’s grownMy eyes can’t help but lift towards heaven And laugh at those too blind to see itYou believe this God They sayAgainst your better judgment My Best Judgment is my best reason to believeWhere did my own selfish, crusted, stupid judgment lead meI was the girl in the lushness of a perfect garden Who couldn’t see towering trees of sweet DivinityWho reached out to touch the only one she couldn’t haveThe only one that could do her harm – The Fruit of My Better JudgmentThe Fruit named My Judgment is Better1 1The Fruit named My Judgment is BetterAnd sometimes I feel that bitter taste left in my mouthAnd I laugh againAnd let my feet lead me to the tree of RedemptionI’ll Stop Writing PoetrySpill the milkCryAnd write it all down for the world to seeShare the secretsThe ever-ending love The never-ending painIs that what it’s made to be?Shh.Don’t ask the questionsThey killed the catWho held your tongueAwkward and untalented as it wasButHesitant am ITo proclaim any poetry from mineTo display myself with the one a dayWho claim to ownThe art that so often eludes meSlipSlipping AwayBut this broken shoe often fits And my hopelessness Makes me wear itThis is my last line of poetryIn a long line of last poemsAll dripping in sincerity and desperationBut if I stop this releaseI’ll kill my sanityI’ll kill my hopeTwo free birdsWith one pointed stonePain is never real until it weaves itself onto these pagesThese small bits of veracityI can’t even hold in my handsIt’s only after I leak it allOut of my headThat these wordsStart crawling under my skinIs this who I’m meant to be?Shh.Don’t ask the questionsThey killed the catWho held your tongueAwkward and untalented as it wasPay a penny for thoughtsAnd you’ll get a penny’s worthThisBrokenStream Of just feelingsJust wordsBut no questionsThis, I sayIs my last line of poetryWith as much honesty as I possesAll the silvery liningsHave weighed down the frail cloudsAnd now they are upon meCrashedBurnedConsumingNothing is wellThis isn’t ending wellThis is my last line of poetryA small prayer that will not standThis is another last poem.

Another Last Poem

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