act V

Who, then, shall rise above
the empty pockets of Earth
the endless grave where
families speak fiction
upon tombstones of Truth

the novels of life ive lived for
the pages of life ive died for
even roads less traveled than
the road to freedom. Freedom
that carries even the smallest
of natures creatures: DUST.

living, dying, breathing, asleep.

awakening in starvation. searching seeking
prey to danse upon; this lonely tundra; death.
hungry as the wolves winter feast
carefully sucking marrow
from the bone
that once
bore
Life.

in thistledown past
live ice-creamed favours
until the love that once starved

fills me
overfills
overflows