Vestiges

With the Sails Set

73 With the Sails Set My breath joins the wind My bone goes to fiends As my breath does sail So does a fiend fail In his dream I’d moan My bones one with stone. In the wind, my breath Sojourns without bread And laughs at my foes Who’d slaved for my woes; My breath move flowers And gives them showers. With my bones at rest Their dream of arrest’s Shattered and buried They had not harried Their acrid lesson Down my throat this soon! ...