Greg Sheppard

SHATTERED SOUL

Shattered soul,
Tombstone eyes,
Long gray hair,
Too wasted,
Too bleached with horror
To bleed red.
(Sun sets)
Soft nestling grass,
Dark at shadowy edges,
Yielding love to the night.
Old warrior-poet-hero
Who wants your sad songs
And dismembered yesterdays?
Old warrior
The last target in your sights
Must be yourself.