Medal for Proposed Laundry – Richard J Tilley
Monday, May 27, 2024

Medal for Proposed Laundry

This is the last formidable dance
To hear the calling of your corners
However grateful or wind chilled
The bracing of human wisdom
Slides from the prison walls
And implied muddy banks;
I want to know that my father,
The moon, was history, but I
Know he is now dead in the listing
Will of broken dreams.
For without the embrace of justice
Her arms have very little meaning to me
I will not be a rose to your socket
A ruined medal for proposed laundry.