Knight
by Eric Nunnally
Having come through the horrors with
My mind raked against bloody sidewalks
I scream calmly
Years before the sound comes
The breeze ignores me
And nature is nothing more than a dream
Pictures to a dead man
Waiting the dull violence of one last fight
Through the nightmarish tapestry
Shredded and woven into my eyes
I can still make out my tattered dreams
And piece together her smile
Swords are lighter nowadays
And I am like some behemoth
Fearsome to look at, but easy to mark
Even my wounds bleed slowly
I will make my bed here
Among the yellow flowers
And let the earth drink my aged sorrow
That I might return to her again.
May 17, 2004
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