Pawn Shop Blues

Were you saved

from yourself

before first being born

Form without

matter

praise without scorn

Were you part

of the promise

not taking the vow

When time

was a servant

not death on the prowl

Did life stay

unbidden

when freedom was free

As daylight

till dusk

no I’s came to be

Did morning

chase daylight

unable to stop

The evening

and twilight

on sale to be bought

As the first step

was taken

the second disowned

The first cut

the deepest

— with nothing on loan

 

(The New Room: September, 2025)

 

 

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