The Barque of Dante (French: La Barque de Dante)


Offspring of my heart
Lie vacated on the ground

They felt joy
Like heroin
And splattered like June bugs
On the windshield of time

Their little legs hobbled
After once they swam free
Shirking the chains
Held fast by my soul’s wounds

Their scaly wings
Feathered by Spring’s breeze
Frozen now by Autumn’s cull

Plunge back down under
My sweet little babies!

Await another birth
And another ascent to the sun!

© 2014 Martin H. Wilde

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