Behind A Shade Poem by James McLain

behind the smoke grey ash, a shade:
i am.

i would like to stand out side,
but i musn't.
as a sparrow flys away from it's
pertch, to where i am.
she, with a few of her friends.
i ask of her, wait for me, some of this
i have.

my heart like yours it beats to fast,
faster than it should.
my eyes from far away, they see
the things they shouldn't.

and once like you, a sparrow whom
comes near.
without the need of speaking to your
fear, fewer now like you - like me
there are and many more back from
the past, when once there were.

i wait for what i know you wait for food.
still you mock and chide me.
as i crumble all i have before you here.
and is what you came to know.
is it still foretold?
i hear each lie thats told, the wind my well.
i feel the pain where none should dwell.
i smell the stink of fear,
when fear is but the beast some ride too
hide their own.
dawn came and you awakened for a crum
of bread,
smiling little brother,
and long the sermon to be fed, by a shade.