Original Poem Shared by JoeO at Rowe

A Poem

The kitchen
once again is closed

While the table set and waiting seems

to beckon take a seat
surrender

to the solitary seeker

Drawn by nothing more

or less
Than endless invitations

to feast upon the gutted carcass

Of tomorrows understanding

of yesterday's redemption

And yes,

The line is always long
and drawn

beyond the shattered windows

beyond the broken pane

beyond the missing gate

beyond the slipped knot

and bloody shoe

of the masters
bastard afterthought
now long
and full
and finally
gone

the son
once lost
then  found
then lost again
is gone this hour
gone
to the silent
sulking night
that emptiness

has called
called from the twin
and distant hills

of freedom and redemption

called to what

An empty table 

set and waiting

Still
To the one seat
where nothing waits

forever

just beyond the reach

of broken fingers