The High Castle now the world is silent once a bird sang in the branches of that dying tree it had a name they all had names these days I forget them all the older I get the less sure I am of anything all I see is the world falling into darkness stomping around the empty halls with a festering wound that will not heal I wish I could die seriously I wish I could die * the world has seen alpha & omega life still clings to this rock let go let go let go let go let go let go let go before it all happens again * long ago I saw a vision - a golden chalice healing all the old wounds of the broken earth I do not know if it was meant for me these days I sit beside the river choked with dry weeds watching the fading sun the trees scratching the dead sky with bony fingers hoping one day to see some stranger holding aloft a golden cup until then, all I can do is wait (to escape the vortex face the fury & burn) Joanne Fisher
This poem draws heavily on the Fisher-King myth and the idea of the Holy Grail bringing renewal to the earth. In this poem either one day the Grail comes and restores the world, or it doesn’t and the world continues in it’s slow decay for eternity….
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