Michael Griffiths
Rock n' Roll Doggie
If I hadn't said anything, this poem could be open to interpretation. But in this case, I felt it necessary to spell it out...
?Mourning Fragmentation?
Across all the miles before our eyes
we flew
faster than we could speak
as steadfast arrows
across unseen horizons
across
our lives
and finally into
ourselves
We are left scattered
piece by
piece
in places
that we?ll never know
with no understanding
of the fall
never to hit the ground -
magnified and stretched
across torn blue
and small explosions
We left the night
and lost it
in the wreckage of
the morning
and all the miles behind our eyes
?Mourning Fragmentation?
Across all the miles before our eyes
we flew
faster than we could speak
as steadfast arrows
across unseen horizons
across
our lives
and finally into
ourselves
We are left scattered
piece by
piece
in places
that we?ll never know
with no understanding
of the fall
never to hit the ground -
magnified and stretched
across torn blue
and small explosions
We left the night
and lost it
in the wreckage of
the morning
and all the miles behind our eyes