Myth Of Strangling Flotilla Poem by Antonio Liao

let the sea find its horizon, with the dune touches to the
sand in the seashore of no where, nothing left but
a skeleton of vulture crib

hard to find a tree that nay touches its root to the ground
and as the birds fly in the running water of doubt, envy
and fallacy torch the day with a flame of the night

hand over the cards, nothing lost, something to pull, and
the weather seems sunny and cloudy though the dark covers
the day empty yet fulfilling the traveler vulture of the flesh

let me dear open the eyes of friendship, for the moon
blinks for sometimes to light the deem world of lost, all
my words hear and listen the voice of the unknown Being

tie together and hold on the sacred whisper of the Lord
God....