Air, light and sound

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

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