Song

Free verse

I sat and looked out on this plane. And

Saw nothing but his face. Lonesome,

But worthwhile in its grace.

Walking amongst friends who probably

Never knew what hid within

Although songs will be sung again and again.

Thoughts of another space across water

was forlorn. Never shall return to that

glorious war, reborn.

Because freedom means surrender

Being what you owe the world:

All the gods, your will,

To embrace the entrails

And subdue the ill.

What you call your humanity,

And the repose to placate

The spirit that invokes your humility.