Topknot

Since the poet himself leaked this one, from his forthcoming book, RONIN IN THE TEMPLE OF APHRODITE, who am I to argue?


Topknot

I have dwelt too long in a place of subtle and stagnating peace,
knelt for too long, asking for the sands' release.
This ronin is ready for the fields of battle again.
It is where I am at peace with my nature.
I am not a creature of reflection but resurrection,
constantly burning away the layers of prayers
to find the real soul beneath the tinfoil wrappers.
Tears melt barren bones when wept in purifying pain,
a moment born of a purposed moment of truth.
The fifth word rebuilds four corners on three wishes,
the blade swishes in air apparent. And I step into the shadows.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
from the City of Legends book "Ronin in the Temple of Aphrodite"