named poem — "deserter

virgin gates will rise
lifted by a plague
buried near it's roots foreshadow there will come a day

i know you will escape
leaving me behind
but blackened eyes have beckoned me to make more of my time

you let them take your scalp
and siphon better years
for promise of a cure to rid the hissing from your ears

forgive me for the tears
you're better off with wings
cause you were born to fly and sing
forever in my dreams