Bed of Nails

I found this browsing through a file of unfinished verses. It was written when I was 26 years old.

Bed of Nails

Oct. 14, 1968

Parsons have their churches,
Prisoners have their jails,
The lucky sleep on downy beds,
Whilst I must sleep on nails.

Awake, O world!- world awake!
leap up from your beds and see,
the blood shows where the nails prick,
look how it runs so free.

Drag parsons from their churches,
set prisoners free from jails,
send them here to gaily watch
my blood dye red the nails.

What? You don’t wish to see
the suffering of a man,
T’would cost your conscience pain?
The lot of you be damned.

Seems I was having a bad day!


About elrondsilvermaul

I never know what to say about myself. I let what I write try to speak as to who I am. I can only add, here, that I am 72, live in a nursing home, am twenty years a cancer survivor, and identify as a gay male. I intend to use this blog as storage for poems? written over the long years (and still being written). This does not preclude other uses.
This entry was posted in Poetry ? and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s