Respiration

The silence from the world, unearths repressed memories

wiggling rotting worms

scurrying to feed.

Held captive - yet probing a prism of sanity.

Wide eyed,

secure as enemy  in dry desert

smouldering, un-fried.

Blackened  pulse of serenity beating,

thudding through life today.

Freedom is for others-

'Forgive or  surrender ' -  they say.

This emblem is  thy history

a scab where you belong-

throw pity at this mask- or

- sing a soldiers song

Unearth the torturous worms,

hold thy hand and dig deep-

a lung full of air is needed

to watch those bastards seep