Llance Pardo

NO ESCAPE – A RESPONSE

Even we who sailed the seas,
Suffer from this medley,
Ghosts of tempests past
Into our lungs the death did pass.
We didn’t so much walk among,
Soldiers strong with burned lung,
But we were there, near to land,
And our breaths know that band.
We pray that all who suffer thus,
Know that we too cough and cuss,
We’d gladly rid our bodies of this curse,
But we can not and so we know
The meaning of your verse.