Long past the embers flowing flying in the night;
Long past the ash clinging covering and coloring the black night
His eyes flash back and forth, from the beach to shore from foam to fire
Salt filling the nose, ash in the pours sand in the toes
Screams long since silenced, now only replaced, not human, not gods but gulls
Thunder cracking, rain, and ash, eyes beholden to the salty torrents
Groans, water breaking on rocks, moans, footsteps in the ash and blood
Ulysses weak, sorrowful, Ulysses once strong, desiccated on the barren shore
Byron Lafayette is a journalist, author, and poet, he loves to read and especially likes the works of Louis L’Amour. Famously private he has never revealed his face publicly and leaves his audience to wonder just what he looks like…