RITE OF PASSAGE

— Inspired by the brotherhood… “Men of the Garden Wall.”

by
moriba sababu

They came out of the mist
Nine men
They held this boy by the hand
Nine men
They told me to walk
Nine men
They told me not to hide
Nine men
They told me not to talk
Nine men
They told me to feel
Nine men
They told me to be real
Nine men
They did not block my path
Nine men
They told me I could laugh
Nine men
They held me when I wept
Nine men
They mingled their tears with mine
Nine men
They stayed with me while I slept
Nine men
They picked me up when I fell
Nine men
They helped me bare my shame
Nine men
They absorbed food from my soul
Nine men
They drank from the cup my lips touched
Nine men
They shed my father’s tears
Nine men
They hugged me at the end
Nine men
They told me they would not be far
Nine men
We walked out the door
Ten men

Β© Ralph Boothe
–/–/1995

Published by moribascorner

Within the central heart of my writing... like the rainbow... I engender to reflect the multiple colours of man's nature... from the subtle inconsequential bland... through to a harsh biting grip, that can near tear at the soul of the eyes... yet when taken as a whole... can deliver I trust... the enigmatic elements of the rainbow... that seeks to soothe... and comfort... yet still find the illusive time... to tickle the funnybone...

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