Last Call Mercy Killing by Walter Jones

RATTLE OF CUPS PLAYING HIM DOWN THE BLOCK
CAIN CRIES WITH ABLE PREACHER A STEP BEHIND
WARDEN IN THE LEAD OF MEASURED TREAD KEPT
WISE HEARTS NEVER VIEW DEATH WATCH OR ITS MARCH

Speech speech

Rest if dare
as the words
from eyes seeking
life

Trust lost in the face
of wardens state set test

Trial lost in ending known

Prayer kept
by bible
covered
in blood shed

If I could recall days of time
I spent in reading
the faces of lost
in care

Paid the boy at the door
as the wild side
played in a mind cold
Ripped to the view
in the crimson reality
straying on a page

As the voice in unison
broke into shooing
all a glove upon a hand

A true speak
in who will kiss
the ruby red lips
on time kept

In faces of agile
a summer wind blows
melody across
a lake warm

Bed of straw takes
the virtue heard in a heart
seeking new love

Little wisdom comes
into the world
of young lovers
in of eyes singing

Day calls a creek
to the ripple of water
falling across rocks
greeting blooms

Willie strays
to love of Barbara Allen
to master dear
in willows swaying

Ghosts of winter
stream over autumn
care as roses
came to dying
in bud

Drinks come into voices
across toast to lady and friar
in hope upon a wall

In druids seeking
a grant of rose bush
and cawing bird
into twine
quick and dead

Pleads to gaze
upon a wisher
in seas of trouble
in brewing
a freedom stilled

Now walls crack
streams dry
but in heart
of love
a triangle
of fate buried

In the hills
in tied true knot
as veil
black roams
in trees
crackling hard

A lock in tears
as rattle of love
you so many years'
echoes slow
into room old

Born again
shadow covers
sky of tears
left for strangest
feel a rusted need

Pate upon jaunted
as banished fears
in dread
upon so many
clears of
help tried

Not hear
a crumpled sheet
she pulled him
into The grave
of hope fate
escaped

My child sleeps
in peep of never
exit a snow cold
not white plead
for chain

County takes
lays none
but takes
ground up
to meet
all owned
in floors
scorned

In the end of triangle
as warden swung open iron gates
as a kiss of death
opened last fate

Lady old and gray
took last of wisdom
from help needed
to please

As mother
please take care
of old rocking chair
dated by hard work

Angels see more than time movement as complain buried here with love
Needle injected curtain pulled, strange all assembled witness to death
A bit their own

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Last Call Mercy Killing
by Walter Jones (Age: 62)
copyright 10-11-2007

Age Rating: 13 to 127

Prose-n-Poetry.com

Last Call Mercy Killing by Walter Jones (Age: 62) copyright 10-11-2007 Age Rating: 13 to 127

Last Call Mercy Killing
by Walter Jones (Age: 62)
copyright 10-11-2007

Age Rating: 13 to 127