Behind The Veil Of Casualty

Father, prisoner
Hides behind a veil of casualties;
Of loves lost.

A firearm ready in the cool misty morning
stings the forearms, more secrets are dawning.
Bodies struck
Duck heads stung up.


The marrow sucked out
Shadow cloud
Each cell occupied and then,
Unoccupied.

The one who made me soul
Folds his iron wings
Devouring in his space,
But now that we’re all here,
I’ve broken the gates
And opened the causeway.

I found a key and have unlocked a
Portion of what makes him whole.

Measure by measure
The years surrender.
The raven unfurls
Standing at a safe distance
Warming his wings.

© Sonja J. Johnston 11-Feb-14 for Dad