14 years past

Once again out cast

And drifting

While helpless in the physical sense

Yet fearless

He is with us

His Mother's Mother's Holy Stench

Her beatification evident

Rests

Somehow soothing

Amidst the vast expanse surrounding

Rocking the lot of them

They sleep

At my feet

 

I pray

Oh be it one miracle

Posthumous

To deliver this vessel

Near useless

To the shore

Where the angels wait

To greet us

 

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