A Poem For Benjy

by thoughtsonthedead


And yet I rise.
Locked in a road case,
tossed in a lake: I rise.

Aflame in the jet wash
of four bribed Blue Angels
I rise.

Plundered and beaten
and painted with rags: I rise,
I rise.

Tossed from cliffs
the tall kind
not gently
I rise.

I can live forever if I just don’t die.