Tag: 2022

On the Watchtower 

~ Will Forrest ~ Leave a comment

If we were not so frightened

If we didn’t need so

If every home was a homecoming 

And none died gnawing bones beneath the walls

Would we still set these lamps

Still ward the world away?

Yes, Brother

For the woods are deep and pathless

Yes, light them

As we prepare to receive 

Yes,

For the night you lose the path

For the night I set the lamps

For you

(November 2022)

Photo by Gadiel Lazcano on Unsplash

Front Lines

rust-hued cedar sprigs on the charred remains of a fire
~ Will Forrest ~ Leave a comment

we were not afraid

we had done it before

collected the bones

renamed them

we were not afraid and we worked to be not afraid

and we thought

this is the only way

this is how we have always done it

passing the bones

renaming them

but this time they were our own

(2022)