If it means
Being one
With the things
I always
Care about

Until I can’t
Anymore
And day comes
I’m long
gone

Believe
That special way
No woman
Could dare
Replace

Or feeling
Barely satiate
To fulfill
Through oddest
Peace

What I’ll always
Keep in
Faith
Despite where doubt
Remains

How normalcy
Breaks this worship
So purpose
Has no
Cause

When feet
And tainted flesh
Whose soul
Is now
Transparent

Crashes
Like this train wreck
Bold
And caught
On tracks

Brilliant
Just the same
At feasts
Of mangled
Metal

Beckoning
Unsung heroes
To disasters
Where they
Rest.

Damn
If it wasn’t
Pretty –
The fire
I kept burning

Yes
I’ve bravely ridden
This mess
Of words
Which crashed.

– J. Pigno