Castaways - Shearwater

By shadowing

All the darkened fields

Of forgotten words

And civilian lives

Violence

Through the changing guards

Through the grinding away

And their furious marching

By gathering the holy light

And weathering

A castaway life

And the rising fear

The hollowness

Of the flags and gods

That are raised in the air

In the wake of their raging

Your skinny arms

Hold the lantern up

On the brightest array

Of the stars in their moorings

And summoning

The holy light down

On citadels

The blackening sky

Collapsing sun

The burning wall

That approaches our eyes

You live again

In the shuddering light

These images

This valediction

You are running from

A rising tide

You are castaways