where I live I can see a farm and there are fence post diving the land, he is there. |
-On A Post- by Keaton Foster On a post Out there Nowhere known No place home There is a bird True darkness prescribed Via my tortured mind And the absurdity Of every single word Written or believed On a post Out there Nowhere known No place home There is a bird Is he death or is he life No he is in between The hell of existing Seemingly displayed As a capable creature That can take flight That can leave me And my life behind But he does not Fly away that is No way No how He just sits On a post Out there Nowhere known No place home Who sent him Matters least Why he came Matters most He is a representation And a dire qualification Of all that I am And all that I’ve done If the sun in the sky Is my ever-widening light Then he Is my ever-deepening darkness He is reality No matter where I go Or what I do He is the only thing That I can count on He will not move He will wait forever Standing guard Keeping me attached To a past that I must own To a series of events sown On a post Out there Nowhere known No place home There is a bird He will not move He will not fly away He will just wait For as long as this all takes… On A Post Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 |