The Sun Set South Poem by Jamie Dewyer

ten million eyes
the letters bloom
red floating thrones
my ache for true


my wasted youth
the sirens mouth
a caddle prod
the sun sets south

we get to breathe
your vapid gift
a wrist to slash
a hit to miss


the funeral bell
the snakeless flag
the statue stands
adorned in drag

and liberty
was never real
pursuit of what
the will to kneel


a king to birth
again, again
repeating steps
inside quicksand


atoning death
with morbid sin
a paper world
made whole again