Poet # One

Challenge 5 – Responding to Poem Eleven

I still can’t believe them yet
I was disbelief and horror and
Could barely steady my breath.
I don’t want this curse – I should’ve ran –
‘Cause I’ve felt Death surroundin’ this man
Since they closed their apartment door.
I’ll say all my prayers, do all I can,
And rub my cross a little more.

I’ll just take a long, deep breath,
After all, I’m a God-fearin’ man.
Now I’ve crossed my paths with Death!
I don’t want this curse – I should’ve ran –
Say my rosary, follow in hand,
Until every finger is sore,
Pray to Mother Mary; help this man,
And rub my cross a little more.

Their son was taken by death,
They said plainly, and it’s all I can
Do to keep a calm-like breath.
I don’t want this curse – I should’ve ran –
I am an honest, God-fearin’ man!
I’m still awake; it’s almost four.
I watch the door and the ceilin’ fan
And rub my cross a little more.

See the fires of Hell callin’ this man;
I don’t want this curse – I should’ve ran –
So I won’t sleep; I’ll watch the door,
And rub my cross a little more…

The End

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