Pure

With eyes stinging
I cast our last dream-song
ejaculated vestiges of cracked soprano
Faultering
as our shared salt burnt earth

Once with genial smiles
run freely toward simple joys
alas we are children no more
Dawning truth
set sardonic faces
weary
life worn
battle hard

Sanctuary sought within our secret set
carving our names upon granite
Only this truth will stand
for the vanquished write not history

Yesterday
at our best
let no more tomorrows fade us
World shall find us soon enough
supped upon pressed foxglove
Embraced eternally

Untainted