The Hero Dies In The End

Bury Me Alive

4-25-22

I come around like the wind
         the cat dragged in.
A suffered son, a buffered outcome,
and still trying to tell time by the sun.
While you were burning your last
         four-leaf clover
I was treading water
         turning power into solar
energy to recreate what a day is.
It's fruitless, if you're interested.
The truth is in the proof and the lie is
we have no idea what "getting by" means
but we do it just to do it anyway
and if we make a difference along the way
         so be it.
         So see it.
I'm a fortress with a heart of glass
by design, in case anyone asks
and if I talk without vowels you'll understand.
Bury me alive. I don't deserve
          a proper séance of nouns and verbs
misplaced like my intentions,
and move along...
         we've got other destinations
         to ascend to.