Lines

Furcifer

Entrenched in the folds

In the rolling and folding holds

That encompass the niche you dig.

The mind creates and curates

It placates and berates the victim

You become the bearer.

As the metal becomes steel

And the heat combines in piecemeal

Everything that would hold you in place,

You begin to ponder and wander

Around an unending field that stretches eternal.

I found you there, you were just larvae then.

You were coiled around and dormant

So I took you in my hands and began to shape you

I watched you grow and and become whole,

Like clay or a mold that might devour the flames.

You had many a burden then, and many more now

I steadied my hand but the many were hollow

As they placed more and more stands against you

Your back became warped and the pack became restless

As they demanded you shoulder their lives.

So you took the flame still on your back

You took the torch still lit and began the attack

To push away the faceless and the greedy.

But there were too many my love,

They grabbed you and tore you into many

And you became just a distant memory.

But still I see that face you made when I

Gave up my trade and demanded you stayed

With me and my journey to hold you high.

You trusted me then, you loved me too

And I loved you ever true and I held you as high

As my shoulders might allow.

But I neglected to see the townsmen indeed

I neglected to see how they followed you.

And now here at your grave, I wallow and rave

About the larvae that would become my kin.

You see, in the mind that creates and curates

You'll find yourself comfortable and safe

And I hope I might join you one day.

I hope I might join you one day.