(A Tribute to Mark Heard 1951-1992)
11 O’clock
At a more accessible time.
All along the walk.
I knew you were right.
The controversy prepared
You for attempts
At missed perceptions.
Your hope
Is both wonderful and romantic
But hard to understand.
You are understood
Only by broken sinners
And true acquaintances
Who have matured me
By their darkest observations.
Your human condition
Celebrates uncomfortable messages.
I crash into them,
Hearing close
All who are fatherless.
When you spoke
Those famous cups
Of metaphors,
I opened an accidental passion,
Sent to inspire,
Intended to surprise.
The song never
Became relevant
To the ways of men.
God in the flesh
Could not tolerate
Such a small glimpse
Of the waterfall.
No.
I must admit,
You may look
At these subtle descriptions
And continue to mock
The gathering of stones.
No substitution
For mercy,
A selection for orphans
Of God
Whose collection
Of hammers and nails
Offer your life,
A sacrifice.
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“He was a child and a newcomer to the ways of the world /
Eyes ablaze with the light of high noon /
Just to love and to be love was all he wanted /
By the light of the lonely moon /
They taught him to capture and tame wild pathos /
Sold him distractions and made everyday seem the same /
Caught the Holy Ghost lurking in his cellar and threw him out /
Leaving just a lonely name /
Soon they took everything that he lived for /
So he asked them to please take his life too /
They denied him existence but they let him live /
In a lonely room.”
-“Lonely Moon”
Mark Heard
©2009 Torrence King. All Rights Reserved.
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from Dead Artists Symmetry - To view and order go to:
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