The Wreckage

I'm back on my feet
And inevitably I'm comatose
With seconds to go
The ending we know
Comes painfully premature

Like the body of an unborn child
Like an autopsy, signed and filed
Like a fresh lick of scarlet on a curb
About time we came to terms
About time we lived and learned
Compassion I plead
A vision of freedom is my last sight
With seconds to go
The ending we know
Comes painfully true

I'm hanging on a thread
But am I by the neck?

Desperate
Grappling

Bereaving for me
My hemorrhage paints this wreck
I'm floating in a storm
To the incommunicable

Peaceful
Absolution
Devout and staunch
My hemorrhage paints this wreck

It's war below
We failed below
They rape below
& only death can save us
It's war below

(A time will come to reclaim and salvage our dwellings)
We failed below
(And the said time is nigh)
They rape below
(Watch as fields and trees become heights of ruin)
And only death can save us
(Green spoilt red)