Ly By

Ly By

one step after the other
down the cracking path
shaded under decay
giants at play

building loom
toppling with doom
shrieks from the birds
its nearly noon

no shade, yet only shadows
clog the way i go
the way through to

cries, i must ly by
as i make the way down
into the abyss
of what once did exist.

6/4/22 – Andy McRae