I wrote my name beneath the sea,
to which I flee
in times of dread, when the moon
has caught me smiling to her back
her calm attack
starts again to shift the sand
reminding me of who I am;
from the dark I too step,
pull from the shushing sea
a paw covered in the names of god
and write my own sequestered letter
with each young song till all refrains
have grown into a mound
of death and leaping from the earth
to take the breath I left behind me when I turned,
and out of sight returns as me
who never wrote for everything I did
was written about but not by me
the lion said about the name;
in years as faded victims
dream they have remembered,
share their tears, in plain sight,
a newer version of the truth returns.

08/03/2007

Author's Note: allegorical hog wash

Posted on 08/03/2007
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