He had to halt the endless roll
That would not let him heal.
He finally learned he could not be
A cog inside a wheel.
– s. Clark
Unquenchable Light
He reached for the stars
but he stretched out too far,
and they burned up his hands,
left him covered with brands.
But he reaches on still,
for he measures his will
as his light,
Matching might
with the stars.
– s. Clark
He’s workin’ overtime
Far passed what you’d call end of day
Because when clock-out time comes, there’s
No magic to whisk work away
And only him to bear the load,
And no one else who cares to stay
And who can blame them? It’s not like
It gets them extra pay.
– s. Clark
Mortal Needs
Food and rest are mortal needs
No self-respecting hero heeds,
They simply keep my strides at bay,
And slow me on my questing way
So what need I their burdens for?
They are mere trifles, nothing more.
– s. Clark
Poetry by Shigé Clark 