Draw me out
until I am empty.
Cleanse my body
for the ride.
One last taste
of sweet ambrosia
before I see the other side.
I light a fire,
hide it’s light from view,
but it keeps me warm.
Does only what I need it to
and no more.
Any port in a storm.
These days,
the writing on the wall
is all but worn
away.
When I go,
don’t leave a single part
of me.
Use everything,
even the sinew,
even the teeth,
sharpen my bones
into spears,
that I might still defend
my family,
my friends.
Don’t leave me here to rot.
I’m draining myself empty,
void of every thought.
Even the angel on my shoulder
has gone
and got a life,
just like the devil
on the other
has laid claim to mine.
Such as it is with time.
We all know
deep down
we won’t survive.
There is nowhere to run,
no place to hide.
So I’ll stand here,
bare before the storm,
ready to move on
to another form.
Every word
will be my eulogy.
I promise,
I’ll take nothing with me.
HG – 2019