Monday, April 16, 2012

Fail Boat

Live, and yet die upon the strings of death;
For reckoning comes upon slightest breath.
Music contains hidden meanings, bereft
Of clothing and stripped at men's behest;
That they may hear the undiluted rest,
Find peace and so in due time end their quest.
Yet this alone shall not quell in their breast
The yearning desire that holds them abreast
To the task undone. But for the big left
Hand that told them to go right in, the cleft
In the wall that caused them to forgo best
Years of their lives for one moment as guest,
They would have made it through their lives. Now deft
And dull witted they have failed the test.

                                                    Fail Boat, (c) Luke Bennette, April 2012

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