Weathered Poem by John Weber

Blasts jet with resistance true
Spiking miles above my head
Raging ages surge right through
Begging me to fly instead

Pea-soup greens splash in the sky
Behind roiling charcoal force
Even angels question why
Disdain never bleeds remorse

Brace to cut torture's caress
Tremulous treads guide me on
To proudly fight doom's distress
Until flesh gets rendered gone

Piercing spikes of sand shred skin
Kicked about by tantrum swells
Wailing like a violin
Harpies toss exhaustion spells

Cartilage snaps in my chest
As my sails get torn to shreds
Earth's soil greets me back as guest
While rolling, the murk embeds

In the chaos sparks appear
Stirring up like bits of dust
To pull me away from fear
Energies consumed by trust

Lifting from my weathered shell
Up through the heart of the storm
No tears as I bid farewell
Nestled in my divine swarm