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The other night I walked along the Rio Grande

Beneath the scattered moonlight, and

Amongst the suffering heat of summer.

Side by side holding Death's shivering hand, I walked

 

 

Along the Rio Grande.

 

 

We paced unseen on the caliche road,

disturbing not one rock with our strides.

His bones cracked and mine were left behind

Lying beside the cane in this hellish land

 

 

Along the Rio Grande.

 

 

When we came upon an opening

On the river bank and stopped to gaze

Into the swift flowing current. It's green

Water passed, carrying off the sand that rests

 

 

Along the Rio Grande.

 

 

It was then he pointed out yonder

And I saw others rise from the current,

With empty eyes and translucent faces.

They ushered me with rotting hands, to leave my place

 

 

Along the Rio Grande.

 

 

The fear had overcome me now,

I turned and ran, back to my shell beside the cane.

This was not how it was suppose to end.

This couldn't be my maker's plan, for me to die

 

 

Along the Rio Grande.

 

 

I reached my body lying there motionless,

Stiff, cold. The blood coagulated

In the holes that rittled my chest.

I knew there was no return. I was damned

 

 

Along the Rio Grande.

 

 

A special fate waits for those

Who pass away along this river's banks.

I rose and returned to Death, when the fear subsided,

Choosing to stand by him

 

 

Along the Rio Grande.

 

It was time, I was ready

To leave all I knew behind and

Accept the the fate before

And leave the land behind

 

Along the Rio Grande.

 

 

The others stood with hands outstreached

While I entered the river and waded to them.

I became like them and joined my place

Amongst the damned who rest here

 

 

Along the Rio Grande.

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Nice poem, Face. :-) While reading it, I could almost envision the dead souls chanting "Along the Rio Grande" as they waded into the river, and I thought the repetition of that line worked well in conveying a tone and feeling of being hopelessly trapped. Out of the imagery of the poem, my personal favorite part was the bit when the narrator notices the others "rise from the current" with their "empty eyes and translucent faces," which made me think of the masses exiting a subway station on their way to work for some reason. I also liked the bone comparison in the second major stanza, and thought it was a cool way of depicting the Grim Reaper's duty.

 

Thanks for sharing this here, Face. :-)

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