The warrior and hero
no longer prick the souls,
the languishing sand
and the ocean’s deafening roar.
What if one could look inside the heart?
Perhaps, perform surgery,
sketchy and primitive,
realize man is surely in need of
hope, faith and love.

The hero houses fire in the belly
the warriors watch the sky,
the earth rumbling
man’s legs turned to jelly.
What if one could find the answers?
Perhaps, in the delicate sounds
a honey bee buzz,
a wren’s mating call
in these, sweetness sweeps the land.




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