I WALK WITH THOSE FALLEN
Ruins of an ancient labyrinth, Like the biographies of the masses, Written in rusted metal wires in my blood, Cold gravel crushing down around my muddy boots. Here I have found, in this land, A place for the broken mercenary to roam. I walk with those fallen. Their gravestones solid in our bodies, Buried in our hearts, there we are, Tokens of time past. I dropped into the casket, And took away with me the knife that strapped across my chest. Into the wilderness, I cut bear pelts down from the forest of my mind, To cover what I felt and move with honor. I’ll drag my bleeding body through it all, To see once more that face of destiny, My child is wrapped up in clay mountains on distant shores. My family divided and my home displaced. My journey ahead is for the will, I’ll leave this bag of skin, this bone dried flask, This ragged book, ditch the pages of sentiment, It’s all in me now, I carry it bare skin, I walk with those fallen.
by Laurence Fuller, 2021