Poem: The Toll

The Toll

Why do I want to cry?
Is it because my religion died?

Did men kill it
because they willed it
to be whatever they feel it
should be?

Or did I just grow up
and see it close up
thereby finding the hang ups
in me?

Sunday is a funeral service
that makes me nervous
because I must ask
for whom?

I know someone’s dying
there is no denying
that one of us is already lying
in the tomb.

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