Chester Whitfield Biography

The Earth weeps silently
when the soul is laid out
among the bed of flowers
that grow somberly along the stone wall
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Charlemagne killed for dawn
pouring through battle saddened trees
something better, the future
It lies in the arms and legs
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As a child I would often take a fishing pole
to the great stone dam behind my uncle's house
and cast out into the deep with wishes of landing something monstrous.
The ultimate struggle between boy and bass,
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He had a book in his lap,
and everything was right.
His stomach was full.
His two parents sat one story below
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Fluttering forth from the mouth of the cave
the bird of smoke twists and turns towards the light
diffusing
knowing only what it's told by others
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