Elementary Wisdom

Sifting softly and slowly through their minds,
Taking in the numbs of err and writhing
In the write,
Whilst a great weakness sets inward—

To reap the souls
Of the innocent
When the love is gone,
No more breathing,

Despite the early rising,
Living words of futile charm,
Gaining recognition for the frivolous
Activities of a once-touched youth

To breathe the last
Of the love is there,
Taken from the soul,
Eating the innocence

Rolling and riding,
And running to beat the devil
When his grip holds one so tight
In the midst of the gain

To love the innocence
And eat the soul
From the breath
Of the last—

For
The soldier of fortune
In his tiny clothes learns nothing
But the depth of chartering

His soul’s lost journey
Into the unknown
And boiling
Elementary Wisdom.