Ink Fall

Snakebitten 
you raise your hand: 
not to strike back, 
but to salute the pain. 

Weaving the aurora of stainless performance 
of inevitable. 

Not going to change my path. 

Gazing through years, 
the fog, the hurts. 

You were flame-born 
in strong winds. 
Father of woods, 
the hunger was very faithful.

Reviews

[charlie]

I really, really like the last stanza. It seems ethereal, but has weight, too.

"aurora of stainless" is an interesting turn of phrase...