Funk

This is a pile of funk.
A pile of bodies with beating, breathing chests,
Arms, legs, and minds all entangled,
This is a pile of funk.

But what is funk?
Or better yet, what is soul?
Soul is the sweet sound of music playing against the background of the funk.
Thank you, Aretha. You know what I’m talking about.

This is a pile of funk.
And the souls in this pile sing
Lullabies, war songs, and wordless melodies
This is a pile of funk.

Something I noticed:
Your blood is spattered on my feet,
And your tears are hot, wet puddles in my hands.
Am I anointed thus?

(c) 2010 Michelle Julianne Gallagher

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