B. Bush
"Untitled"
I watch in wonder
as my guardian angel walks away.
Can feel the coldness seeping in,
as my sense of wonder turns from red to grey.
I can feel myself standing
on the edge of this forgotten tide.
On the heels of a devil in a red dress,
can feel the ground give way to the beast inside.
As the burning from the hunger
blankets over me.
I feel the hand close 'round my throat,
eyes fill with water so that I can't see
the approaching mariner and his boat.
He wants to carry me.
Safe at hand he wants to guide me across.
A wooden coin clinched in his hand.
The sense of being blows out of me like a breeze,
blowing my name across this land.
And the devil in the red dress
waits for me to come.
Her open arms seem far away.
100 miles or more and I will never see the sun.
For once I'm there, I'm there to stay.
My guardian angel stops to wave goodbye.
Another poor soul laid to rest.
Life is short and love is always over in the morning,
but morning never comes until the end of this test.
Posted March 13, 1997
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