Latest Forum Posts:

Categories

HomePoetry StoriesI Know Why

I Know Why

I know why the sky rolls on the edge of New Orleans

The blue billows like the waves of Pontchartrain

Angry waves, fervent ones, rise like dead from turquoise graves

Collapsing clouds with the force of hurricanes

Eve's approaching; rush, rush rush

Must make arrival 'fore night comes

The ceiling's black; no stars, no moon

Shadows chase the remains of the sun

Still in spite of the night I will journey on west

To deliver my daddy's bones

And complete the set that lies patiently in wait

For their first born to finally find home

With each mile that I drive the heavens come more alive

And trepidation tempts to stop and turn around

It is winter and the trees are as calm as you please

Ice has formed into coarse crystals on the ground

Yet the sky is dancing as if sweltering in June

Like the horizon bounces off of sun rays

There is something in the air in that old crescent city

It's why Daddy chose to journey far away

He demanded that we never, ever ask of his past

To shut and latch each and every open door

But stubborn ears heed no cautions when curiosity calls

And instinct hints that some truth lies in lore

But I didn't expect this tropospheric dance

That seems only to be seen by my eyes

The rough whispers that flow from each bitter, sordid surge

Is simply silence to those sitting nearby

But they don't know the story that my dreams once revealed

A horrid vision of blood shedding blood

Of a hardened young boy stealing innocent lives

To bury deep in the Big Easy mud

Flashes of somewhat familiar faces

Eyes and limbs gone from mutilated frames

Girls and young women snatched of blood and of breath

Their killer shares both my cells and my last name

Now the skies hint the air is ready for its native

To feed his flesh to them Lou'siana flies

To hand him over to the waiting hands of the Devil

Whose dirty work he'd completed with no respite

And Daddy looks so handsome in his grey striped suit

Something royal, like a prince or a king

I am certain that the Father has forgiven his sins

I pray someday that my own forgives me
This story is protected by International Copyright Law, by the author, all rights reserved. If found posted anywhere other than storiesspace.com with this note attached, it has been posted without my permission.

To link to this poem from your site - please use the following code:

<a href="https://www.storiesspace.com/stories/poetry/i-know-why-1.aspx">I Know Why</a>

Comments (1)

Tell us why

Please tell us why you think this story should be removed.

Reason