Castaways

By shadowing

All the darkened fields

Of forgotten words

And civilian livesViolence

Through the changing guards

Through the grinding away

And their furious marchingBy gathering the holy light

And weathering

A castaway life

And the rising fearThe hollowness

Of the flags and gods

That are raised in the air

In the wake of their ragingYour skinny arms

Hold the lantern up

On the brightest array

Of the stars in their mooringsAnd summoning

The holy light down

On citadels

The blackening skyCollapsing sun

The burning wall

That approaches our eyesYou live again

In the shuddering light

These images

This valedictionYou are running from

A rising tide

You are castaways