Ruben Rama-Tag-Rag

The Tale of a Moving Man

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Ruben Rama-Tag-Rag

From Trinidad    or where

Lugged a mattress    no, two

Off the truck    up the stairwell

Serta Beauty Rest    Magic Foam

Ruben Rama-Tag-Rag

Did not understand how he got here

From where    or why    could not even try

He was carrying air    but air was heavy

Bending his thin frame    which came from where

He only knew he must awake

When the sun blinked    and work

Till it sunk    he was not paid

And wondered why    he worked for his father

Who bought the truck    and he had debts to pay

            so his father said

Ruben Rama-Tag-Rag

Was born in Trinidad    came to America at one

He was not a citizen    did not know why

Was told he should have a Social Security Card

But this was hard    so he must lug mattresses

            for his Dad    from Trinidad

And where was his Mom

Somewhere in Pennsylvania    he said

And his sisters    spread around

He did not know  where

He did not know why

            just spread around

One sister    Rabia was her name

Had died    and was underground

Buried under a Juniper Tree    he said

She had turned into a leaf

The leaf into a crow

The crow    cawed outside his pane

Every morn    and he blinked with the sun

And was reborn    to lug mattresses

To tired folk    who must sleep well

On Serta Beauty Rest    Magic Foam

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