Albatross
Jan 18, 2017 · 1 min read
This attrition
Witness elders returned to dust
with diminishing numbers
For those seeking solace
or advice
we turn upon each other
Exclaim our failings
Wear them as masks
This vengeance
For which we strive so diligently
Taught in proverbial fields
Scythe and hammer now useless tools
set to destroy pen and abacus
Markers
of petty distraction
This redemption
A strange form of mourning
rising rogue
from our sea of confusion
Tossed adrift
Lost
Never thinking
to follow the birds
toward safe haven
