Adios

Farewell
my sweet
delicate muse. Gently may you
pass thru
the guilded threshold of
devotion.

While sunk in awe
the old priest
charms the
chalice of depravity.
And l,
jostled
unkind
and seethed in damp solitude.

Forced
beyond
the true
vertical to renounce
the duty saddled
harp
of the homebound
sailor.

She
can grace
those
forced to shame
their wit
with muteness.
My heart
torn
just a sliver
to the
aged
requiem
as we drown
inside the
river of
hinterland.

-Johnny V.