Shallow Bends on a Wide Road
I take one step forward into a shallow grave,
Fallacy of unbecoming men shaving my arm’s skin,
To gander to the flames of hell beneath the shades of daybreak.
Witnessing the colourful green and yellow of a son’s dying wish,
To water the plants once more,
did you belong in such a infallible place?
Oh great carnivore amongst the grass and angry hollowed out ships,
DOES THE FIRE BURN DEEP?
Fingers graze the ever brighter sun.
I do not wince at pain for the great sculptures create wakes in expansive oceans.
Falling face first behind the shimmering shadows,
Thin as mist and thick as blood,
The world shattered ever deeper along a desolate path.
Feel the pain,
And live again.