Asterick

Tiny flecks of
darkened glass
fall
rip this image asunder
and leave behind
much more of the same

in memorium of the fallen
those cells choose not to live
not made to walk the plank
martyrdom for no purpose
but to avoid
a pirate's death
sailing the high sea's
towards a well known destination

an outlaw with such specifics
granted quarter
only with solitude as the bailor
I'm given the keys and made to swallow
something all too familiar

reading from silver lining
the same chapter skimmed over for good measure
as dust follows my chaffed fingers
I blow gently to remember specifics
just to relive a fallen tale
I laugh with feigned purpose
and slam shut the novel
a dust cloud envelopes my face
but im used to the smell
the second time around