underneath –
I have stood here at the bay wavering
in and out of consciousness collecting
Spirits for my Sores – Can
you hear me here, here
in my drumbeat Saluting the fallen and
crying for the Lost?
(We are sudden Soldiers of a Night
so Certain and Amazed
we cannot Walk) – It is
in darkness our Prayers are heard
and tossed aside
issuing in our veins a solemn Promise
to make good On – We are
vaguely aware
of our bodies as some
distracted Whole in need of Care, We
are sustainers
of a ghostly smile that escapes
Us in crucial Moments --
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