he is a jimi charles moody song

He is a Jimi Charles Moody song.

Once angry and ready to let go, he died for a moment

and allowed space and time to swallow him whole.

However, his heart continued to beat.

Reemerging from the bloody soil,

the mud caked his eyelids and lined his throat.

As he coughed

and sputtered

and gasped for air,

he could breathe again in silence and peace.

The metronome beneath his inked chest ticked again

to a rhythm he could recognize.

He began to tap his foot,

and the blood rushed back into his legs,

his torso,

his head.

When the dirt cleared from his eyes,

he could see himself in the puddles below;

a new man stared back,

one that he had been trying to see for years.

The trumpets eventually began to blow,

and the bass thumped

to the melody of the Bich.

He sang the song that had been trapped in his veins for so long,

and found peace

in the new sounds
he thought had been buried forever.

(r.w.)