By James D. Casey IV

Illumination of
Soft blue light
The runes all point northwest
 
Mount the mustangs
Head for the hills
 
Nothing worth saving here
 
Follow the dragonflies
Floating along the narrow path 
Guiding the journey
Deep into the mountain forest
 
Mutiny on life itself
Taking over the reins
I will guide us well
 
Leave this place behind
Resist the urge to look back
 
With fresh eyes that will never 
Be the same
 
We can make new gods
Our own creations
Hands in the soil
Growing deep roots
 
Ghosts of yesteryear eventually fade
Leaving nary a trace
 
Gone
 
Fabricate new traditions
Start our own religions
Hold on to this new culture
Turn it into history
 
A rouge tribe
New bohemians
A rhapsody of the spirit
Living on our own terms
 
Sift through the ashes
To find the phoenix within
And fly our own brand of flag
James D. Casey IV is a southern poet with roots in Louisiana & Mississippi that  currently resides in Illinois with his Muse, their goofy dog, and two black cats. He has authored three books of poetry: Metaphorically Esoteric, Dark Days Inside the Light While Drunk on Wine, and Tin Foil Hats & Hadacol Coins. His work has also been published in print and online by several lit mags and small press venues including Triadæ Magazine, Pink Litter, In Between Hangovers, Indiana Voice Journal, Beatnik Cowboy, Dissident Voice, Scarlet Leaf Review, Horror Sleaze Trash, Zombie Logic Review, Tuck Magazine, Outlaw Poetry, and many others. Mr. Casey’s books and other projects can be found on his WordPress site: 

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