Words can swarm and leave the children dry <br />The temperature's sleeve is an ancient goodbye <br />The clock's blinking backwards reflecting her crimes <br />Because the weight of a soldier kneeled into time <br /> <br />And maybe our mothers can't know what they want <br />But the stampede of justice breaks into the front <br />Waves surging higher carved the earth blunt <br />Because a heart's decision is merely a stunt <br /> <br />And don't lie <br />We all know it's the truth <br />Just rub your eyes <br />In that telephone booth <br />And realize <br />You're the receiver <br />Cradled in your tear stained hands <br />Just don't live up to her demands <br /> <br /> <br />So take the clock's palms and whisper her fate <br />Because you're a failure devoid of mistakes <br />And maybe your sickness will never escape <br />But somehow you have to accept it's ok<br /><br />Audrey Stephenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/because-the-weight-of-a-soldier-kneeled-into-time/
