Long Departure

I was born a ship, island, salt
I was born to be the whip, bear and halt
I came intent to wear a thing to its least
I am the winter without a feast

There’s an unraveling hem that is undoing the thing that was born within
Learn where the blood travels
Go where the blood pools
This is the cry of a dull tool cutting into things that won’t be mend

Discard me now
All my love is spent
Wondering where you go when my ship is moored
And patience lent
On God

By day I’m a desert, by night a well
Unwell, well you see
The looters grasp upon me
Bough bent
Adrift tilt
The seas of lover’s hilt

The anchor draws me
And no one forbids
My departure

Lament, lament, lament