Homage To Unknown

Half-living in your gaze 
a prisoner of messed― 
up life in a petri dish. 

Streaking in blood and salt 
your inoculation failed. 
Now a missed abortion, 

takes place. You cannot 
defend your freedom, before 
the ruthless destiny. 

The courage versus scourge 
of dust and rage, of 
the blowing grains of skeletons. 

In my crescendo, you 
will hear the most intense, 
music of a resilient spirit.