Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Broken Hearts Beat on the Cold Concrete By Jasen Sousa

Broken Hearts Beat on the Cold Concrete


The nameless and the presumed brainless
lifeless on the Lord’s ground.
Wind roared, it didn’t rain, it poured
as they slept on church stairs
without making a sound.

Broken hearts beat
on the cold concrete.

Wrapped in blankets,
mummies balancing on their tummies
without a pulse.
Crowds of people walked by a situation
they tried to deny.
A sociological scientist reporting my results;
no one helps.

Broken hearts beat
on the cold concrete

Clothes kept close as they wept,
accept, expect to die.
Wanting to perish next
to everything in the world they cherish.
Asking for blessings, silent confessions,
needles, bottle caps and syringes,
signs of lethal injections.




Taken From
Selected Poems of Jasen Sousa
17-24
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Comprised of works from:
Life, Weather (First Collection of Poems Written At Age 17) (Not In College)
A Thought and A Tear for Every Day of The Year: A Poetic Diary (Written Between ages 18-19) (Stint at Suffolk University)
Close Your Eyes and Dream With Me (Written During Early Twenties) (Bay State College)
Almost Forever (Written During Early Twenties) (Bay State College)
A Mosaic of My Mind (Written at Age 24) (Beginning Emerson College)

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