David Fleming
It's All Academic   www.davidflemingsite.com   

February 3, 2022

We create our own wakes

Often oblivious to the patterns

Or directions of the ripples

As they end up somewhere other

Than where we look.


We create our own wakes,

Shapeless forms conjured up,

Poltergeists leaving destructions

As they swallow up remains

Left while we slumber.


We create our own wakes,

Panegyrics written while we wail

Through our worst days,

Tributes in sacrifice told

As our spirit's snuffed out.


What I hope I create

With my trifling little wake:

A true attempt to make

The world a better place.