In Hindsight

I hoped to take the long way home
to enjoy the scenery before
the dust settled on my grave
to pretend with the best of them
that nothing really matters
to face the last sunrise in a vision
never again to be repeated
to dream again and never look back
in anger and denial
to open my fists and not judge the sky

to break bread with Adam and drink the thirst
but not drink the wine of forgetfulness
to yearn again the human lust
to worship my human skin
above these brazen elements that
do nothing but steal the breath and in the end
take it all away

to claim victory