Sojourn

Swaddled in tentacled illusion,

Naked as a clam.

Swallowed by rancid confusion,

Birthed into wet soot.

Look at me, look at me, son.

Look me in the eyes.

You’re on fire, you’re on fire, son.

I can see it in your eyes.

Pulled from dirt by grimy hand,

Kicking to break away.

A light shone into the darkness brief,

And pierced a tiny veil.

Show me, show me your love, my son.

My heart is beating for you.

I fought and fought a war, my son.

Your heartbeat couldn’t save you.