|
| |
Respecter
My warden is the one who lights the specters.
I apologize.
Quite the respecter of persons. He does it merely to emote.
Welcome.
Walk here along the palisade with me.
Yes it is your blood,
frothing with agitation on a beachhead.
You have waited long indeed - but not so long.
A held breath.
It churns, doesn't it?
The totality of it.
Give yourself time.
You know your oldest friend the siren.
Her imminence has ended.
And the new hunger you feel-
have your fill!
Well, your majesty.
I do believe we have arrived at our destination.
"Be,
and be ye no respecter" as we often say.
I assure you, the pleasure was all mine.
Copyright ©
Andrew Gallagher
|
|