Departure

Salt smoke from a beach fire
And shadows under the pines
Solid, clean… fixed
Seagulls perched at the tip of land
The needle at the neck
The high-handed enemy
White upon green
And wind comes through the pines
To sway the shadows
The seagulls spread their wings
The power of the voice
A test of humanity
Death so swift, like the axe’s fall
Avoid the animal instincts
Repeat the old litany
Only the pure is to remain
Oh young boy, awake
Let this ordeal pass
Heading for new horizons
Taste the new experience
Doubts and questions, for time to reply
The myths of birth, denied by control
Possibilities, discussions
The obvious, the destiny
Oh young boy, awake
Let this ordeal pass
Heading for new horizons
Taste the new experience
And hear the wind
Blowing across the beach
See that the fire
Has scorched the seaweed