The Downpour of Dreams
I’ve been in this war way too long Immolated by endlessness Deserted by hope Exiled to this outpost. My armor Which was meant To protect me from Nothing more than the unforgiving blows of my Very worst impulses Has become flesh which makes it impossible to To feel anything anymore. And yet The sudden vision of my miles away saucer-eyed Soft as a marshmallow grandson enraptured by the fathomless mystery of An empty Amazon box Somehow manages to Pierce through Riveted mail and plate coat Like a well-placed thrust dispersing like a downpour of dreams Into the cradle of my heart Which, when it sways Pushed by breath And the ancient memory of My mother’s favorite lullaby Makes me want to Surrender Lay down my sword And for the first time in months, Cry.