Beacons

Forfeit hopeful soldiers and pray that their sacrifice shall cease the pounding of the surf. With lids cemented shut gasp for the silence of this storms’ wake. While eyes and mind are one at war. forge backwards and quake, basil is in the murmur, the soliloquy of earth’s weight. This: their lonesome habit Shall you give them shelter? a place to rest, or let them lie barren and breathe some company into paths that we forgot.