After a drive to Bellingham, to see an old friend.
IN TIME you shall remember me
When you have known all there is to know
But what will you know?
Miles walked, and further still, until
You fall into grace-given sleep
I believe in your past, as I believe in your future
As I believe in the sutures hidden beneath your skin
Scars you will wear forever, and
will never see
Grace be, and yet she has abandoned me
Swept away, like sand I cannot hold
The tighter I grasp
The more falls through my fingers
I sit, bled dry, yet bleeding still
Just a ghost of my bones remains
Just ashes and dust, scattered across
The cold and cracked earth
Pull my hair up
Hang my head down
The Old Flame is dying
and all the hands are shivering.
You, my child, must know as well
like all things, this too must end.
December 2008, drinking whiskey