I Heart The Mudflats

An ode to AKM, from Mudpuppy LettersfromEurope:

One more for AKM

before I bow before the night

and sleep takes worries from me and fright

a song I send to a friend far away

whose freedom was threatened on this day.

Mean the man, his vengeance seeking

his angry wish to see the Angel bleeding.

He gave what was not his to give

and will have to try to live

with words that turn to ashes in his mouth

and masses wishing that he go South.

The Angel wings so hurt by slime

will heal soon and in good time

as friends and friends reach out to hold

the spirit, which they know is bold,

so while Wings can´t reach the sky

that heart and spirit on love will fly.