O'er the Saline Waves

Ode to my bro......off to Iraq.

In a sunrise that is so futile

I will smoke it away

This bitter machine----like bitter cold

bones tremble like falling stone

Hover the saline waves

do tell me how it tastes

You, a sheep among wolves

me, a sheep upon wool

Hands pierce air

block your heart

silver stings

catch them for our holy king

 

Author's Note

ugh. work in progress?

Reviews

[intangible_soul]

I would say in progress yes. Because I want to read more about this. I love the brief mixture of bio and mechanical. It gives the piece a surreal vibe. I want to know more about the king, and the relationship to the subject. Intriguing.