Ares

The fast paced youth drove on the black town
painting his lusty masterpiece of trust
still proud as the cock of crows.

He did preach to protégé
‘see the townsmen, stiff as the walls surround’
He fancied a different fate, why draft?
Who could guide him and thrive, no longer hide?

Beasts rave on, scratched, red up his back.
Family lapsed bearing cross his tree snapped.
The pendulum would not make him throw down.
On hand, specious, far from depressed.

Born in arms he had been caressed.
A task attained in happiness found
a cool concrete core. He crashed car and kid.
Affinity wound up smashed in spare parts.

The burnt soul walked free, to turn of age,
to drink and smoke his mothers heart thirsty.
The river blood burst, but his eyes were closed.
‘From what source did you loose your eyes’ she cried.

‘Hark’ he cursed mocking his mothers tears.
‘Preach of self worth, but you too are broken
the black spider spins her web strong and
you are not the fly who flew from Mars.’

The public house would no longer take him.
The curbs and foxgloves whispered through dusk hours.
‘I didn’t want this solvent rodent path’
The city coughed accepting concession.

He could not drink to drive her away.
A slug found his shell, a new black spider
spun the next web and hands lifted pave stones.

Two children he fathered in a haze
arrived though arms open the guts beheld.
Raised eyebrows softened with kneading down.
Tea became lunch became summers day,
he realised that cardboard was ok.

Gasoline ran his clock, zero was his hour.
Soul and body failed to catch the hand.
Daughters now found white wall for their heads.
Fantasy told them he knew they were there.
Grieving for justice to grow them a branch.