THE NARROW

 



shade bleeds a velvet texture
stretching far and wide
strides to smother
clawed hands grasping thread
rip apart layers to shed
bear the stains of men
rise and swagger free
struggle to breathe
steps in spites deceit
skipping stones of jaded need
trail of tears in layered debris
vacant rows of burdened clay
broken back gathering neat
harvesting the last belief



Terry D’Arcy-Ryan