Friday, February 27, 2015


My feet go numb
Where red flags stop
Blue strings reach
and in their grip
My armor stands breached

Shielded from heart
ants of fire flow,
down lines well carved
by age
Here the wilds deny

well worn ways, as
winds blow, uncaring
Cut through walls
of soft flesh
Drinking deep, lustily

Of lingering life
and beneath the shade
of unforgiving water
I pass

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