standing at the bridge of empty welcomes
watching shadows feast there and reclaim you,
sensing that the worst was yet to come,
i blew long deep trenches heavy in your way;
rained scars and wounds – more than necessary –
aching pain solely to undermine you.
scrambling fumbling ever ever onwards
you cried and laughed at what we had become.
my heart so torn, in pieces there beside
you stained our names forever in the dirt
lay tracks upon my skin, upon my soul
long long days – long years to carry always
staining all the scenery around us,
the moon’s stark pallor etched upon your face,
with crimson welcome torn on endless thorns
last gasps of lives, last call to end our war.
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