Papa-Juksweet (Ww, a Man Who Never Made It From Flankers)

I often wished I knew then How to save you from the thing That stalked our vision And haunted us into perfidy I often wished I had not been webbed so much With the drive To make something of it I would have seen you clinging to me For more than the casual Need of friendship Those days all the little tracks we walk Kept ending in the same place The mounds and mounds of piling sand The hourglass like Sisyphus laboring And you frantic In the empty trenches Amidst the ruin of our invisible war I did not understand Until one of our own imprisoned you For the ashtray dimes in his car I saw the albatross descending then It's bleeding wings a sure omen And then you wandered from your mind Miles and miles of dessicated wilderness And there was no Jordon nor John And no place for my love to stand As the void swallowed you.