Frail
Frail are the hollow bones
That tread on dusty earth.
It eats at you when you're alone
Goosbumps vasish by the hearth.
Every puddle drains to the sea,
Every ember loses heat,
Defiant stars decend from heaven
Only to burn in blue ectasy.
Evergreens refuse to shead their leaves
And stand naked in the winters breeze,
but trucks drive past everyday
with wooden carcuses sliced and slain.
As the ocean's wave kisses the shore
He takes from her a little more, a little more.
Through the years he will carve away
what she has toiled so hard to create.
Darling you may believe in the resilience of life;
but I am inclined to believe the latter.
As the hard years stream by
they hardly flatter,
And just as the mussle clutches
to the rock on which it stands,
We all are simply holding on
Just as long as we can.