Victory descends onto the sun set bow of my warworn ship, bringing the night's comfort On her feathered, rocky wings. And says of a battle in which she has taken no part, "You've won." Weary, I kneel on the deck below her pedestal; My legs greaved; My arms braced; My chest cuirass-constricted; My fingers …
Month: September 2017
The Merge
You and I Walk a darkened road; shadeless, Dimly lit by a street lamp, That we have yet to reach. You from that side, along the wall. Me from this, along the curb. You on the right. Me on the left. I anticipate Your fear With mine. The one that knots my guts, And …