Rebirth…

Rebirth

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

 Some people desire a rebirth in new places. I wonder do we change?

  Rebirth…

Old Johnnie drinking the cheap Honduras rum.
Told the two pretty Honduras girls at his table.
If I drink enough. Maybe I will discard this beaten body.
Discard my old skin like a snake?
Be reborn and ascent from this life.

The girls smiled and laughed.
They told him. When the devil live for bliss on bliss.
No sanctuary for the devil who lived a hollow life.
Hell bound he will go.

I told the dark eyes beauty holding my hand.
Maybe you are my savoir? The sweet breathe of morning air to revive a dead soul?
The young woman Rosa smiled told him.
“You can’t tame the sea. Men who love songs of love, blood and travel.
Can’t be changed. When you kin of the Devil. No peace till the final farewell.

I asked Rosa. Can I be saved?
Drinking down the large glass of rum in one sip.
She smiled. I know she saw the shadow of death sitting with me.
A tear fell from her eyes as she whispered. ” You can hear, smell, touch, taste
and see. And you are still blind. Hate and disappointment are fierce desires.
Some men are born to have the spark of life for a short time. I don’t believe you
will desire joy and love. Some deeds and actions can’t be forgotten”

Old Johnnie said his farewells to the Honduras beauties.

He knew the slow ascent to hell was easy for men who held or loved nothing.
He sat alone waiting for the morning sun.
Clarity in a new day. Old Johnnie whispered. “I’m cool. Only the good die young.
I got 50 years left. He smiled. My father curse is my blessing. Maybe I will discard my
skin like a snake and forget who I was.”

Ancient man walked into the base.
Young Soldier greet the old soldier. Morning, good to see you survived the night.

Coyote