Sanctuary

I tremble so violently sometimes Like someone who's just given birth- The tide's gone out, and left the sand bar unbalanced. The images are ripped, torn loose from my raw under belly My pregnant dorsal fin My Achilles heel: wounded, because I ran away But then tripped over my own spear Pursued by my own venom, The words gush out in my conscious blood At a critical moment, when the flow brims I choke on my own masochistic chagrin. The glib moon prevaricates; Stray beams illuminate the ruined castles; There's too much nobility to go elsewhere, Grown huge and stranded with still born histories Impoverished, ignored even by kidnappers Sanctuary is a distant dream, an unmarked stop On the itinerary of the worthless, Once upon a time, places of interest; Things not worth stoppering the progress of today for- Some dead things just forget to decay.