The deconstruction of the hero
Magnificence denuded.
Threads of costume
to
Threads of DNA
Leave all to be.
Whence peace was of man...
And burdens were left to beast.
Triumph was myth
And Valhalla reserved for only epic.
This despondent warrior
Shanghai'd on ship unknown.
Await horizon
Wake upon landfall.
23rd hour, 31st night.
Whittle down beneath the facet.
Forever there will be challenge
Forever misconstrued
Delve not for those that seek light,
But for those that need it.
Paradise is for the lonely.
For posthumous notoriety is never what it is.
To be studied,
To be dissected.
Washed ashore.
Feet tangled amidst thorns, seaweed
And malevolent odds that volunteer...
Waves with whispers
and
Winds with shudders
The mind, akin with the heart and the clothing that encases all from skin, inward...
Feel strewn across beachheads, reef ridges and seabeds.
It is the composition.
The assemblage of all.
To reconstruct
Find spades and axes to till the soil and chop down obstruction.
Make for land.
Sponsor the enemy with affordances
and
Then guide them like lemmings to cliffs unknown.
When it is the dark night
And all battles have been fought.
remember
Be it the Legend
or
Be it the Name
It is the same light from whence we came.
