Fire Inside His Will
His eyes have Titan clouds inside them, clouds
(Prometheus in color) long before
He met the beak. His pupils have white shrouds
Like cataracts to hide from him the war
Between all gods and men. This means his hope
Lacks clarity of diamonds, yet he moves
With muscles striving as his vision scopes
The obstacles. His scanning sweep approves
His striding ever forward in despite
Of disappointments stinking like the fumes
That wound the lungs in trenches. Chlorine bite
Predicts the deaths for others and their tombs.
He presses forward like the man who will
Not think that stumbles cause success to spill.
~ Phillip Whidden
by phillipw | Oct 27, 2024 | Uncategorized |