Hammered hollow and hung,
in sound standing still,
Reached a father, a husband,
reacting from guilt.
And jealous of jay birds,
who sing soft and sweet -
Whose method and mind
are distinct from concrete.
Breaking that bond for the perilous pray,
Loosened the lyric of sagacity's sway.
And the cement that surrounded my place in this world,
Split down the center -
like atoms when twirled.
But the embrace that enveloped my love from within,
Had wintered the war
and all withering kin.
And "Home!" cried the voices, "Home to be free!"
But dark dawning divided /
My home from my me.
Author notes
Part 6 in the Whiskey and Lead series.
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