5 February 2011
Air, light and sound
I can’t breathe, breathless I’d gasp
The particles of a past life smother
The mere seed of a future another
As hands in prayer tighter I’d clasp
I can’t speak, I shout and it is a rasp
I reach out to you a broken brother
Where is your bosom lost mother?
Memories seed within me dark asp
I can’t see, I am blinded by profanity
A dead bird on blackened earth lies
Charred it seems in a swarm of flies
Behold the true colours of his vanity!
I can’t hear, words sullen don’t ring
Solomon will knight my battle’s king