Make it Matter
by Notty Bumbo, 2015
I want the unwanted things.
I want their uselessness,
Their lack of purpose
In a purposeless world.
I want those things no one wants to steal,
No one wants to consider
In their daily musings.
I want those people who have been cast aside,
Those souls whom others see,
If they see them at all,
As without value,
Without a place or a time.
I want the thing which has not been considered,
The theory which seeks no proof,
The testament that falls on deaf ears.
I want the bird who falls unnoticed,
The bear who dies in its cave,
The meteor that burns alone and unseen.
I want those discarded paintings
Whose colors displeased the artist,
Those remnants of poems
That could not find their endings.
I want trackless roads crossing desolate lands,
Lonely nights on the collapsing wharves,
Empty reminders that civilizations
Once failed where another stands today.
I want suicided rock gods,
Useless agents not getting their forty percent.
Empty threats against dead trees.
Give me all these things without complaint,
Release your hold on failed tomorrows,
And I will take all of them with me,
Into that place where death has no complaints.
Into the tender regard
Of lost friendships,
Into the night that calls us all,
Where all will again find purpose.
Where rest and action collide in delight.
Where the light matters as much as the music,
And we embrace again all that mattered,
And make it matter still.