Wembley

This morning
In the west

Wembley arch was nowhere
To be found
Hiding from the vibes
Of good old Russia
Being crowned
By
Shaman’s voice
Bursting
The hollow hearts
Freeing
All absorbing peace
Lightening my steps
Strengthening my spine
Pointing my eye
Towards the few
Beams
Illuminating
The sudden deaths
Of billions

Knocking down
Temporarily
The eternal dam
Of memories

Leading eye to think
About
Another road
Another lights
Another October
Another fog
Another hearts
Breaking

For my Dad