Utah, JOHN JONES (poetry)

Maybe I’m in Utah
Under martial law
Digging under nightfall
In a low crawl


Hopelessly trapped
Where new earth mapped

Sealed
To keep out the curious
But I am delirious


Don’t keep crawling
At the place you’re getting stuck (says John Jones)


Remember Jones?
Went digging for gemstones
Got stuck; earth clinging to his bones
God bless John Jones


John,
I know the depths you crawled
The barriers
I know how much you bawled
Earth superior

John,
I know you clawed
None merrier
I know once you called
And broke hopes area


Died upside down
Shit rolling along his back
Lost hope
In the black
28 hours later
Dies of heart attack


The constant variable
I find unbearable
My soul unwearable
I just feel terrible


© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal

Fake skull on my bookshelf

Victim blame all you want. The map was changed.

“I’m not where I thought I was”

“I thought I was someplace else on the map”

“I thought it was going to open up”

“Why did you put me here”

BRO, YOU WERE GASLIT AND MURDERED

BRO, THEY ARE DOING THE SAME TO ME ABOVE GROUND

THEY WANT TO COMMIT ME BECAUSE I KNOW THEY ARE MURDERING ME

IT’S A HITLER DEATHCAMP INSIDE THE MEDICAL SYSTEM

I FOUND THE ENEMY EVERYWHERE

BRO, POETRY ALL WEEK FOR YOU

I can’t sleep at night for what they’ve done to us

To what they’re doing

I fantasize about digging you out

“I want out”

“I hate this cave”

Bro, I’m so angry at the folks at the VA

I’m fantasizing about *insert positive context*

Recovery huh

You’re 400 feet from the entrance 100 feet below

Tattoo your name on my heart already

I’m coming to get you bro… come hell or high water

Don’t want the water, already contemplate some shit like that happening digging

“What the hell is that sound”

Desert floods. Welp.

Do I need to worry about gas being built up down there?

I have no problem dragging you out one bone at a time

He literally doesn’t want to be down there

His last will and testament verbally was he wanted to be broken in half to be pulled out

“Break me in half”

They dropped him on his head instead 👍👍

Tied the main pulley support on some clay

AND

Jerked harder when everything was going just fine

“It’s working, it’s working, pull harder”

WHY CHANGE IT UP IF IT WAS WORKING

GREAT RESCUE Y’ALL

Terrible management

Two kids got stuck there in that same section 6 months prior and it took like a 10 hour rescue and instead of marking that territory off they made a new map with MISSING DANGEROUS FEATURES

“I’m not where I thought I was…” John Jones

Well let’s go ahead and victim blame OK

See it in every article

NARCISSISM IS A PLAGUE

And once our enemy gets the people with the paychecks to kill off us then they’re going to come kill them off

Sometimes I want to let the darkness take over

John Jones died on Thanksgiving so

THAT IS WHY

Also, might’ve kinda met while I’ve been dying

“I talk to dead people” tearfully

Anyhoo there may be more poetry about the shit happening

His story is the icing on the cake in this hell

Nobody should be jealous of a dead boy (new band name)



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