The Condemned Wharf

The Condemned Wharf

Beauty is seeing your enemy defeated The one you struggled against in vain No advantage to be gained But then a divine wind came Extinguished both flames

Now you find yourselves in the same boat The nemesis and you A vessel that no longer sails Carrying cargo before there were roads Across great Lake Taupō

Two passengers sit in silence The morning star hangs low On the stone-cold horizon

“For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love, Is God, our Father dear.” — William Blake, Songs of Innocence