John Clayton

Have you ever felt your hair singe from a burning mast,
As you lowered the one you love most to the safe arms of water?
Have you ever looked into that one’s innocent face,
As their small, cradled body remained unaware of the raining fire?
Have you ever ran ashore and built a home,
From nothing but scraps and your will for their everlasting life?

We lived on that paradise untouched by man

With nothing but the wild animals to accompany us.
Some creatures seemed almost like us,
With loving families of their own.
Or so I thought.

The faint growl of a feline.

The white sheet pulled over the cradle.
The slash of claws.
The red on the ground.
My body on the ground.

But the sheet remained white.

My love will stay with him.
I only hope he can go on
And find strangers like him.