You Left Something
A Poem for Fellow Survivors
I woke to see the last of your hell fury leave our bed,
Shroud telltales limp, your mast broke free and fire wired, seethe sore red
Hoved into view. It gathered crew strung out o’er far past land
The lost, the last, the straggling stung bound up in one last stand.
Bent in and up and over you I scoured the sheets for cover
From shrapnel scorching, pelted by the remnants of a ‘lover’?
Whose late mates fixed in terror reign, beat deaf and mute retreat
And slithering aft, slunk to the floor a mercenary fleet replete.
I woke to find my tethers cracked, raw nerves new frozen blind
My token freedom feels untracked, its cliff edge ill-defined.
Rude and blue this wonderment, it crackles, nay, its scars,
The tarred tossed out to outer space, our feathers fear the stars!
Flight or fall? The winched may stall when nearly reaching heaven
Paradise, a known disguise for the devil’s screeching brethren.
It’s faith you need, a fateful steed when you claim your toil and trouble,
To plough and sift for fertile seed, the blood-fed soil of rubble.
I’ll stroke myself back off to sleep, I’ll stoke alone my dream
My true course plot, freed from the rot of deviance extreme.
Soft comfort’s best that lets us rest and cool a skin wrong bloomed
In firelight, tall flames harsh bright, our budding spark consumed,
A firefly fooled, a heart o’er ruled, a white flag charred to cinders
Can soar refreshed from safe crow’s nest built to withstand such winters.