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By
the Sea
By a tide pool’s
gray rock shadow
Life full of glass clouds withering in a ripple wind
Melting to the endless span of rolling blue
Where the eyes of God perch upon a swell
Enter sweet hour
of an angel
Wistful feathers sting/stabbing futile
And lace such beauty with an earthly touch
As the sun’s
last glance
Beautiful as a man’s idea
Slips into the
long green weeds of a simple sea
And the soldier’s souls sail endlessly
On vessels of burnt ash wood
Singing angry hymns toward a tear stained
Horizon
The white wash
caresses smooth
And the day folds to a love shaped
Moon
Starving eternity with shallow memories
Of long stemmed dreams
Coming
Down
I came down through towns with names of the dead.
Rode paths designed with cowards in mind.
Saw hills with eyes and trees with arms.
I came down upon days,
Again and again.
Do you remember
those whiles?
Spells we set about staring at our hands while we
Spilled wishes from tipped mugs.
Do you recall
those
Creatures who worked hours in stink holes of dirt and
feces?
Hour through hour.
Endless until it ended.
That was us too,
Goddamn us then.
I came down through
towns,
Toiled and bruised,
Wallowed and spiteful.
Looking stoic for reasons beyond logic.
But I came down through towns.
This alone,
To me,
Proves victory is a
Pain never healed.
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