Salmon Heading Back to the Beaches

Salmon Heading Back to the Beaches

I am praying out here for you to hear me

For the angels of these silences to carry my words

Into your ears like pleas for help that do not unveil my desperation

But how could they when hope has strangled me again

To deposit a measure of faith into a bank of an unknown you

To be a reason to keep going, a reason that all this has occurred

As if logic ever impeded the way of blind reality

Trudging on parade that litters and leaves what she pleases

Obliterate my dignity, yet I need it to sustain viewership

Knowing I cannot overcome the roadblock of disinterest

In blazing motor-cross jumping salvos to harbor attention

In the wings of these poetic birds dying limp in a puff of feathers

Scorched into the towering lights of another night passing

Without water to squelch their incendiary wings

Flapping half intact like a last gasp salmon fin

Gasping for its salty-known to return back to poisonous normality

Of all the other fish and how they swim chunks of flesh falling out

Not from cancer, but from a body on a kamikaze mission

Simply for the opportunity to relate to a relatable organism

Salmon up river pulsing to breath in fresh water shallows

And follow through and ask and receive responses in timely fashions

All of these expectations have never been planted

I can feel the worms crawling backwards through time

To twist into a soil, to aerate and allow for growth but

Old sea water keeps pouring in and I can not stop it

Just go back to this ocean and die in lumps

Of sinew as it drops from my bones

Worms suicide in the sun when it rains rather than drown in the dirt

I am alien and was not meant to feel the kindness of a passing palm

This charade has come to betting all my chips

On her and losing everything in that charcoal and I am

Further back, scarred and scorched into a devil’s salted earth

Pariah to the marketplace and break the face of mirror stares

To greet me here and carry every grain of sand from every beach

To the tallest mountain beyond the longest street

To reach you there in hope of you holding me in shelter

From this old hurricane and drought weather, pelting and melting me

Into this man so alone falling through the seams, praying for a body of peace

For you to hear me