VI. Paradigm Shifts

Acquiescence

After day 28
she stopped counting the days
since she stepped
aboard

“Home
is where
the heart is,”
she whispers to her shadow.


Inventory
 
She wakes,
angrily.

Again on her raft
compass has gone missing
lost to the sea.

Oar, canteen, bag and
ocean remaining,
Again.

Of hands,
there are 2
of lips, 2,
of bodies, 1,
of thoughts
hers;
Alone.


“Beasts”

The daemons
remain,
hate is their
amusement.

And they descend
upon
the tired,
bored,
lost,
lonely

Only virtue
–a near impossible feat–
Saves
the few
from transforming
into these same
beasts.

V. Inventory

“Inventory”

She wakes, angrily
again on her raft,
compass gone missing,
lost to the sea
Oar, canteen, bag and
Ocean remaining,
Again.
Of hands,
there are 2
Of lips, 2,
Of bodies, 1,
Of thoughts
Hers;
Alone.


“Brave tears”

Last night
She cried
It had been days
Since tears burned
That she had told herself
Brave soldiers,
Brave seamen,
Brave
Did not shed.


“Beasts”

But the daemons
Remaining
Hate is amusement
For the tired
Bored
Lost

Only virtue
–a near impossible feat–
Saves
the few
From transforming
Into beasts.