Monday, February 22, 2010

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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