Monday, November 19, 2012

Dead Knight on Notebook Paper

by Haliatuslupus
Son, you and I, we obsess.
Vacant eyes.
Last breath.

My cloak of time is torn.
Stitched back together.
Game face on.
I take a pulse.
The second hand ticks backward in my hand.
Now what am I supposed to do with that?
Game face on.
I use the clock on the wall.

Did I ever tell you 
The Namesake
was a knight?
I walked a perennial parapet
Waiting for his return.

Your knight was slain
In Home Economics
on notebook paper
with a colored pencil,
cooking, and sewing.

Maybe your knight and my knight
Are the same
And he has sent me a message.
He has laid down his weapons
And waits for my hand.

But he will have to wait.
Son, you and I,
Must obsess