Land’s End

In a blink of an eye gone

swallowed by the snake

which winds its way north

on rails back and forth

and weary legs run

carrying a heart turned to stone

chipped, cracked and porous

wrenching pain, bloody tears

flow internally with the weighty strain

two doors locked to keep inside

a place to hide, the human heap

which cannot weep, no matter

how hard it tries, dry eyes

tomorrow is another day

the search has begun

how much more before the break

of what is left, and must be done

random errors fill the space

silence, cold and bleak

the child will also leave

next week, or soon thereafter

on a plane, to go home

in a blink of an eye gone

the winds will help seek

with one step at a time

land’s end, land’s end…