a dead man wants to be born
out of the granite of my heart
his fists pound like bronze hammers
ringing with words of creation
crying –
"I have a story to tell –
BRING ME TO LIFE!"
take pen like chisel
carve out the body
from this dark tomb
this cold mental womb
that in stark light of day
this figure formed of
moulded mind’s dust
pressed earthen clay
might give an Eden-glimpse
to the living blind
and in so doing announce
his own eternity
***NOTE*** I wrote this poem as a metaphor for a short story which is brewing in me and wants to come out…
Harnessing Chaos 