Rockets Poem by GRANT FRASER

Another goes up
and who know's
where it lands,

on it's face, probably!

yeah thought goes
up or even straight down
maybe,

a so called nose dive!

love goes up and down,
for sure,

prayers blades
of hands,
that often tear,
or share little,

your body is
like a rocket,

unfortunately
not shock proof,

now I think I know
why you spread
butter like that...

it's sheer bravery,
to disrobe,
and then go about
your earthly duties,

love is naked,
and sometimes
has to be an ability,
to show what is hidden

control is highly known,
yet ingrown, like a toe nail,

masks are worn,
get scruffier,
I mean we all seem to
know what we are,
concealment,

get down on
two knees or three,

it is your destiny
to love it,
whether you like
it or not,

pulverised
for reasons beyond you...