The last of the ranks

The last of the ranks

5 November 2016

 

Throbbing vein

At every temple

Roots remain

Unseen patch

From the unwarranted match

Hues of red and blue

 

Give me clue

Of your fading beat

Instill heat

Slash defeat

Off my dictionary’s sheet

Pages for the white

 

Compose light

With mystical sounds

The heart’s bright

Sunken grounds

Arena for the giving

Life in forgiving

 

My soul sling

Cast around your frame

Uplifting

Unweaving

Webs of the dark bereaving

Minefields of the scars

 

We erect

Future imperfect

Tense regret

Of days wound

Into black knot of neglect

Dark feast for the flies

 

Sundown eyes

The berating skies

Taunting tinge

Feet unhinge

Slipping onto wooden planks

The last of the ranks

 

Reading of the poem: 

Collide – Rachel Yamagata

The Reason Why – Rachel Yamagata

Horizon – Rachel Yamagata

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