ONE LAST MILE TO TRAVEL

ONE LAST MILE TO TRAVEL

One last mile to travel,
Then I will be no more
Gone will be be the packs of wolves
Groveling at my door.

When kindness it is quarantined
And charity is banished,
Annihilation's guaranteed,
As into the cracks we vanish.

Come to me, oh weary one,
I will lick you clean before I go
These are bare and desperate times,
Like none I've ever known.

When the plague it comes, this virus,
To spirit me away.
The last mile it will manifest,
Shimmer like an amethyst,
Lighting up the day.

Another chance, another sunrise,
Graces the horizon,
But I fear what we're becoming,
As we blithely plot our own demise
A not so eloquent surprise
These grim divided people.
Holed up behind computer screens
Those churches without steeples.

One last mile to travel
Then you can mark my words
Words that swarm toward the light.
Like desperate, hungry birds.

Words that flout convention,
A respite or a cure,
The vaccine we are seeking
To inoculate the world.

One last mile to travel,
It's up to you and me,
With all the best intentions
To live mindfully and free.

Come to me, protector one,
You have healed a weary soul,
Come and claim your medal,
Kiss me deep before I go.

One last mile to travel,
So leave me to rehearse,
Go softly, love, unto my door
And bid the wolves disperse.

-Bruce Potts
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