Vapour Poem by Jamie Dewyer

the last breath
a vapour
the chest heaves
she wavers
this crime
is always

safer

we walk
in rows
two by two animals
coward and favored
by fear

the pull to bring meaning to
longing and hopelessness
still the will, still oppressed
still a ghost vapour

paint me a sadder dream
something i can believe
haunted in memory
with ashes and tears

the fear fades into a mask
it hangs on the mantlepiece
the last ones to see it all
ask what had it once been

'a man'