15 and random

Socrates Arc

now you’re dead,
like a weight in a carriage
I could have turned my other cheek
but the action has become obsolete
you belong to Paul now,
the bearer, loving your remains tenderly
like an A student, his core course
this here has become my fall
where the curtain drops,
splitting into equal halves
what only the Lord could see
has become a mark
where both parties can not pretend
if we choose to remain friends
it won’t be on Noah’s ark.

Victor Oyedele