By Water
By water in the dark home
to the fire thickets on the beach
some sail, oars, land, a few birds
would make the last miles easier
Did I ever wish to return
with an impressive tribute
to show the people I loved that
adventure was not a bad thing?
Now I float mostly wounded
my clothes are mostly bandage
my body is a bloated skeleton
& memory bumps against my skin
Time’s a pig floating down a river
the code’s already been broken
the odd dog will piss on your leg
the cold seas are getting bigger
For the record, because you ask
a million miles is not enough
to make the last effort to the beach
where we retrieve the precious soul
Sure this world is no House Of Joy
cargo dislodges the fastest ropes
the swimmers are coming closer
clouds part the moon as I go under.
© 2014 Rob Schackne
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