Published on: 9/30/2013
Martyr

The men bound the ropes to the rocks
while the church bells were rung
sending ripples of sound drifting over the waves
which each swell forces higher,
to dissolve
into shingle.

Will it still be worthwhile
when cold sea slaps your chest and drags
down on your legs?
When the water creeps upwards
And bubbles of brine replace prayers on your lips?
When your eyes are submerged and your hair
floats like weed?
When it's too late for words
will they still hold their worth?

what makes you so sure
this is worth it?