Who Will Help Me Carry Him?

My arms are strong but the sorrow weighs more with each mile
and my heart adds heaviness to every step
the whimpers of the ones I pass by nick me like scalpel flashes
but I dare not slow down
cannot falter
or I will never start again
and risk becoming a pile of shapeless rags blowing weakly on the side of the road
obscured by hot dust the color of mustard
Who will help me carry him?
who will lend their muscles, their hands and feet
their sweat 
and walk down this road
with hands cupped to catch 
not to push away
Who will speak for him?
to lend a voice to the voiceless
to raise the volume until the wax melts from the ears of the 
the deliberately
he has no name
his only signature the dried blood under his nose
and he will never thank you
but your arms will remember the weight 
and your eyes will reach back and call the color of that blistered sunrise
to mind
and your ribs will catch,
will hitch 
with a memory ache of that bruising 
empty prayers and promises echo like old cans knocked off a tree limb
 tinny and harsh
and flowing prose on clean white paper a lifetime away
 is no currency here
who will help me carry him?

About chimerapoet

I write. I write a lot. A. LOT. There are times I am half blind with a sentence ricocheting off the walls of my stupid, cant be shut off to save my life, brain. I am miserable until I get it down on paper. Punch it up a bit. Usually cross out half of it. And then breathe. Relax. Only to do it all again..... But I just thought that was me. How I am. Not a writer....noooo...not me. Writers are.....writing people. People Who Write. REALLY write. Write things that matter. All grown up very important things. Not.....me. I am just a scribbler of sorts. And I was/am content with that....if it's true, well then....a scribbler am I. Until the thought wormed its way in to my brain (the furtive sneaky bitch) that maybe...just maybe...that is writing. My style. My strange way. But....still writing. So here I am at the dance. Not sure I know any of the moves and the music is entirely mine. But.....only one way to find out. Would you care to join me?
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