We Go On

I was lost down in the basin with my knuckles cracked from cold. 
When I came upon a sparrow buried knee deep in the snow. 
He smelled of southern whiskey and he hiccuped when he spoke. 
He said, “Why continue onward when the balance has long been broke?” 

I made him a bed in my coat pocket and we headed through the canyon. 
And the Moon soon lost its grip and left its children all abandoned. 
My friend had drifted off, but then he jerked awake and ranted, 
“This world soon must be culled of its poets and romantics.” 

“Tell me, how long, do we go on, and labor in vain?” 

We were nearly to the crossing when a howl ripped through the grey sky. 
I said, “ All your caterwauling antics have finally stirred a wolf pack nearby.” 
He crowed, “Do we only accept the good, and simply cast the terrors aside? 
They say to choose the narrow road, but don’t tell you it’s covered in horned vines. 
Have we believed the only Truth or a philosophy of old lies?” 

“Tell me, how long, do we go on, and labor in vain?” 

We made it to the hilltop, but my traveler was noiseless. 
The poison in his heart became the poison in his whole chest. 
I couldn’t help but weep as I hoveled out a new bed. 
I marked it with a stone, and his final words I left etched. 

“Tell me, how long, do we go on, and labor in vain?”

 

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