Flowers Sail Through My Blood Poem by Max Buchanan

Pour out your skull of worry
your skull all full of doubt
Empty its weight
let the crashing ring loud
With flowers sailing through my blood
and diamonds at my heels
Watching as the floods
curdle round the keel
and swell to swamps as colours drain
to the pace of falling rain
My chest full of iron and prison bars
My legs both fashioned and neatly carved
All of your giving in
and giving up swallowed whole
Whistling swan songs for your losses
and your faults
All faint lines
and faint cries