We Are But Remnants
18" x 24"
acrylic / canvas

From a large grey bolt of cloth we flew
barely knowing how
we worked the tailor's scissors.
In pale yellowed locked door room,
unwittingly we found
courage to pick the lock
as unkissed lips
whispered their farewells
to us who waved our
frayed and severed tendrils
to the cold , source of commonplace .

There were many panic ridden hands
who tore
with compromising fingers
at our glorious remnants
to give us sober second thoughts,
they thought and sadly did believe.
But we had crossed too many frontiers
and threshholds
bevelled quite against us
to wear the grey cap of the vanquished,
the tailor's trite, plebian garments
. . . we were already free.