With a scalpel's edge precision glare
Onward through the choppy mud
Another signpost lays dismantled there
Borrowed moments and gasping winds
Sing their songs and chiming din
Never to speak in the tongue of him
Yet piercing and slicing secretly within
This knotted path stretched beyond
Callous in crags and misshapen in step
Lantern lady distant yet vocal and fond
No fork in the journey distracting him yet
Rowan Blair Colver