Postcard from a Foxhole

Subtle is the light
It strains the eyes to try to write
The cold November sky
White heat streaks trails then out of sight
Posing phrases framing time
They ring like sirens in the night
Fools pride takes time takes everything
Truth bends and breaks to let the locusts in
I need an afterlife I need a holy place
Give me the sacred shores beyond the palisades
Beautiful water bottomless ocean
Terrible dream that pounds in my mind
Timid and tortured undress in the moonlight
Sink like a stone till it's calm for all time
And all the while the waves were crashing down



Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Patrick Lilly
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