Drink and the devil

If I felt one death
I’ve felt one hundred
what more can death do.

you live so
why cry?

I saw the beaten and tortured
in courtyards that weren’t even
known
saw the blood running dry

you live
so why cry?

I exhume the fumes
of ancestors
anchored to memory
and there is the
mast,

aye
you live
and you last
you live
so
why cry?

© 2017, John Smallshaw.