jiyo mardangi

Something like
Weapons grade
Explosive intent
Renegade imagine
the terrific relief
It can provide by
living and
letting live


The many times
I’ve abandoned ship
I’m seized by
A secret grief
As I flap to the
Shore gaily
I could have returned
To reclaim my things
And then I’m told
I was the captain
Of the damn brig


The searing tip
Of the hot blade
Will use water
To whet the steel
One thirst will drive
The rails into the soil
The other
after a day of toil
Or staying still
will dry the throat
when in the evening
the birds come home
and the nests fill