Corpulant White And Marbled Blue Poem by James McLain

In the giving of life how selfish are you
For not asking, but taken by you.
And you do not grieve not even ask,
As one so sure, would have done.

The rim of the sea, open the ocean,
Washed up on shore, tired dead and rotting.
Children in hand with life they play, as many
Here washed them away, life was a struggle
That's what you said.

I am old though not yet dead and have by your
Very own hand suffered the death, you sought for me.
So what if now I cry all the time the same movie,
Moving it does,
But no one laugh's as people once normal should.

I once loved you as you then I did,
And without honor or courage tried to hide.
No one laugh's and no one can cry,
Knowing now what you knew not back then.

The smell's bitter sweet and death you know now,
And while still alive, you know what you are.
You are corpulent, white and marbled blue veined,
The knowledge once shared is now not to be had.

I should have loved you more,
When it would have taken less courage
to hate,
what you had eventually become.



Copyright © James McLain | Year Posted 2017