time on my shores stands still
till it gets tired of stagnation
and rides the tide to flow away
to wait for me to arrive
my feet strutter for the sheer glory of it
and deep within me
I shudder
just the thought of lame words
thrown my way
the stories of warriors of this world
tear me down to a pair of trembling legs
yet this is the fight I am unable to stand
the pit of my enclosure
sinks beneath this outward valour
and I laugh aloud
since the simple pleasure of a deep throated weep
has not been bestowed upon me…
