Sound rolls forward
as a rogue wave,
hear war-chants
dusted off, their meter
steeped in the old way,
new purpose flows forth
like oil over all
crenelations
that stand in opposition.
Tag: castle
For the not yet dead
Photo by Andrew Mackay
The man who builds
immense walls may
protect himself
all manner of
harm, the shadows’ tide
breaks upon stone seawalls
immense, eternal
every castle
a seat of
temporal might
a tomb, also
for the not yet
dead.
