Parting Ways

Posted: September 27, 2013 in literature, poetry
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Easter Island Sculpture

running headless,

a body parts ways only

through force of will

 

as my head

puckers for grandiose

acts of conscience

before speaking

 

for or against

that righteous cause

or this perceived injustice

 

while the body rolls

down hills that sport

Easter Island sculptures

 

eyeless to the brilliant

Sun relaxing

behind the waves

 

until my body

is buried

and my head

is asleep to

 

ideas and dreams,

 

finally,

free.

by

Rod C. Stryker

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