One Death Every Thirteen Minutes
This hour glass made of rubber and steel
A single moment left to appeal
Is there a god to be found in these thoughts?
Tie these last moments up in bows and knots
Red sand falling down through the cracks
A second left, please just relax--
Slide along the black lands reach
Scream on steal as wheels screech
Are the roses found upon that ground
As red as flowers that your garden crowned?
This series of unfortunate events
More real then some poems contents.
In memory I can see it now
Oranges picked from the lowest bough
Birthdays spent running under glittering lights
Stained dresses washed and mended tights
Pancit made and sodas poured
Engines grumbling, running from my fathers Ford
Like a clock that has run down
Never will you make another sound.
All these words have reached their end
Written here to let this heart mend
A single moment left to appeal
Is there a god to be found in these thoughts?
Tie these last moments up in bows and knots
Red sand falling down through the cracks
A second left, please just relax--
Slide along the black lands reach
Scream on steal as wheels screech
Are the roses found upon that ground
As red as flowers that your garden crowned?
This series of unfortunate events
More real then some poems contents.
In memory I can see it now
Oranges picked from the lowest bough
Birthdays spent running under glittering lights
Stained dresses washed and mended tights
Pancit made and sodas poured
Engines grumbling, running from my fathers Ford
Like a clock that has run down
Never will you make another sound.
All these words have reached their end
Written here to let this heart mend