The Boundaries of Our Lives

As the six o’clock


Announces the

Coming of the day


With yesterday’s

Words now rested

And silent beneath

Their own six feet


It is no longer

The same

In the passing

Of a fractured dream


That hurried away

Lest dawn

Catch it



The nightshade birds

Pick at the ribs

Of the Viking ship

Adrift on the sands


In the blackened


Used to toast

His final stand


And the music of his passing

Hangs haunting in the wind

Of the unspoken words

Which mark


………the boundaries of our lives