Move Over Lazarus
©October 2nd 2019, Olan L. Smith
(Amended, June 21, 2022)
Tick-tock goes the clock,
And down the end I slither,
The older jocks survey the block,
And around the turn come hither,
So, down your quaff,
"Lord Jesus save"
Life is on and off,
Then queue behind my grave.
Yikes, time is moving faster,
Mom waits for me to rise. Oh no,
Who's gnawing at my chamber?
It's poppies in the snow―
The other side of death
I crawl, into my mother's womb;
Its back-to-front, for me I clef,
Move over Lazarus, make more room.
(Søren Kierkegaard, "Life can only be understood backwards, but must be lived forward.")
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Poems from the Quill, by Olan L. Smith
Poetry"Poems from the Quill" is where I place current works that don't fall into other collections. It is here you will find obscure poems that range from constraint to free-verse. I began this collection as a contest entry, years ago, for what was then t...
