To Pass the Sword
Posted to Poetry
by Joseph Winter on 2002-03-13 00:39:00
This generation we call life
Attatches itself to our dislocated
Parachutes, making us fall even
Faster than we were before.
To cut the strings would lead
To certain death, a sojourn
Through Hell to find our
Soul mates and unborn children.
Breathing life back into the
Jesters chest we choose not
To witness this decline of
Candy corn and popsickles, but
To take the sword passed down
To us from our grandfathers and
Sea serpents.
O sweet solitude
Release me from
Your treachery
Taking the words straight
From my mouth.
