black as coal by georgia pugh

hair as black as coal

nails bitten and dirty

he was standing tall

he was strong and broad

he walked with grace

but tall and proud

he walked towards the edge

where the horizon dropped

and the land ceased to exist

but he continued to walk

here was the edge of the world.

a metre from the edge

he sprang to a sprint

and flew off the edge

into the next world

his soul, black as coal

was free to start anew

15/02/08