A Cure [Kelvin/Alfer]
Oct 1, 2018 0:28:32 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 1, 2018 0:28:32 GMT -5
Alfer Izar
But the few of us that remember you,
I wonder, if—
Seeing your eyes this morning,
We’d be friends again.
In plain fields of browning corn,
Where summer gives way to fall,
The wind wakes me.
Asleep, midday passed and twilight looming.
It has been a year passed
Without you.
The black has faded back to grey;
Ours is pain familiar.
Purple gives way to blue, when men disappear
In muddied boots and carved faces.
Truth familiar and steady,
For a moment, it feels like home.
I am reminded, in between these stalks
The lie that we told ourselves.
Truth is known only to men
Who are closer to death.
I walk to the hills with oaks
Peering down the riverside
Wet from rain, deep and full.
Temporary, fragile.
You had said to me once
‘Let’s roll the dice and drink
And tell ourselves it doesn’t matter’
All stars, and moonlight.
I think you liked to take chances
Because you saw that death
Was just a threat
Not a question answered.
But who is in these bones, now
A person you would recognize?
Pale and stubborn, still
Raging toward his own end.
Sampson says I could be like him
A fire born from pain
To blaze until everything is lit
Ash and dust.
I am on my knees in unctuous mud
Hands pressed against wet grass
Breathing in the petrichor
Fingertips digging under crust.
The heat has faded but
I strip each piece of cloth
From this pallid flesh
Exposed under moonlight.
Summer days we spent here
Wrestling through mud and ache
We were innocent
As the crickets kept tune.
On my back I count stars
But cannot float
And disappear my lips
Beneath the shallows.
If I held my head
And let the fire within my lungs
Extinguish—
It would be easy, enough.
The air tastes good inside these lungs,
Cold and living
Breath misty over river's surface
I cast my eyes to the shore.
So few things in life feel the same
When you recreate them alone.
I haul my bones above water,
And drip dry on hilltop, under trees.
Loneliness does not kill
Like a knife through skin
Or a bullet through bone.
It annihilates.
Chest bare and underwear clad
I strike a light and breathe;
Warm for the first time,
Eyes open and glazed.
