her glimmer is gold
but nobody sees
the vibrant fighter of fear

let's forget anger
let's remake the content to be
offered the fellowship
of our happy disbelieving
we will all remember
we will all remember him.

he walked with a purpose
each step was radiation on the ground
nature died in silence
the avocado of the world,
turning brown

but we put in him our hope for the future
ignoring what we see
while aching and sickening
our true healer is by the sea writhing
a salt crusted sinkhole is her grave to be
another dead queen buried at sea.

makes no sense to me.

You start off talking about a girl.. then for most of the poem you talk about a boy. Then at the very end, the girl magically reappears... ??

it will mean something to somebody, one day.

i don't write things cut and dry some times. if you really wanted to dissect what you read, emberfly, i'm sure it would make sense to you.