Trapped in his own myth
With the ragged pennant
Tied to aging arm which wields
Rusty sword and bone dry pen,
Unable to hold back the sun,
Ashen warrior poet, subject of
Eons of indigent prophets,
Listens to murmurs of old ghosts,
Flitting through gray shadows,
Travels from his promised heaven,
To find an unfamiliar hell,
Where he, bolder than
A starving wolf,
Does battle with words,
Hacking out poetry with
His ancient weapons.
Donovan Baldwin