The flute

I bore my elven flute with me,

Thru the rainy gloom, or gloom of pain,  I no longer know, across the sea, I bore it with me, my eyes, see!

I met the kraken, stuffed in trucks, head rose, full of importance, tentacles, dispersed across the sea, as it does, always, on my elven dream.

Witches they cackled, cutting echoes, raised heads, full of ill meaning, their curses rain down on me, as it does, as it always does, my elven ears.

A song insipid of walls, cast shadows, appalled, emptiness, rises, as in a maddening, surprised I’m here at all, my soul it’s eyes, playing, come play.