Friday, September 18, 2015

Shipwreck: Part 1

The figurehead of four crosses on the prow of the ship
Has smashed to pieces against the rock
And washed ashore.

Somehow, despite my best intentions,
I have survived.

My hands splintered
my lungs filled
but my eyes wide open.

I crawl onto the shore
gasp and cough
and claw the sand
to get back home.

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Deficient Religion

The man who has no use for the Prophets or the Poets
will see no reason to protect the child who leads the lion and the lamb.