Troublesome Fisher

burdened mind with uneasy soul,
burning so zealously for chosen battles,
yet poised,
sad,
sorrowful,
remorseless:
a familiarity of dealing death with only a moments thought.

wind driven wings and dust hungry eyes
search intently to sight their star;
gorging themselves on dirt,
becoming... enchanted
in earthy passions,
long since dismissed by reason.

then pursued still for lack of care,
hated, envied, desired,
in a long and sad way until
the wind...
pushing and pulling at the nape of the neck,
eases you out of your youth.

lonely vigil still,
talons judge harshly a new victim,
beat quickened, mouth watering
yet... then nothing.

what consequence remains
to grant such pause?

moment to minutes to months to years:
the passing of many days,
each to stand before god.

until finally the water waits
with some gleaming sun drop due,
expected
     but never really
                         wanted.