Message

In the murky depths
a shadow passes
fast, too fast to see
the ripple betrays its movement

All he could see was death, and death's carrier
Death's tiny scythe a murky blur
he cried out to Death
for mercy, compassion
a few more minutes
because even the smallest of creatures
beneath the earth's surface
in the black depths
can fly
can be free
can feel the things that death steals

As the little creature was about to die
he saw truth,
his ancient thoughts burning
piercing the night sky with revelation

No-one heard him
his purpose lost forever

[1997]