Friday, April 10, 2020

Islands in the Sunrise Off Boston

You were once a soldier
And knew much more than you do now
But you know, at least, that you died,
And soon you will remember much more,
And all that I remember will become light
To hurl as if I'm Zeus
Across the theatre sky,
For there will be something in me
That wants to gather every spark
And let it go
As if to vanquish every foe
Who made your pain what you became.
Ah but they were gone
Before I came.