Sail
A darkened sail on a black boat
Onyx pillar on an alabaster shore
Great, crashing tide
Foolish Destiny
resting on the
pillars of salt
dissolving in
DISSOLVING
stillborn, blessed
dynamo
Flashing in time
with the reddest
of sirens
Blistering on the
reddest of backs
carrying the planks
of a pine box meant
for a darker soul
withered and shriveled
desperate and lost
worn bitter broken
never been there
never will only.
Dave Cavill