Seeking Mercy

I seek Mercy’s profile,
When I’m searching east
Gazing up at seagulls,
Nesting in cliffs.
But, salt sprays from oceans,
Spitting ghosts from drowned ships.
Coating seagull feathers,
Cracking Mercy’s lips.
Egg yolk and souls
Are so teasingly yellow.
Wood Smoke and coal
So displeasingly mellow.
Without flames
Without fire
No aims
No desire
Without you.

I hear Mercy’s siren,
My ears straining west.
There’s whistling in tunnels
From trains to Saint Worth.
Leaves cast from sycamores
Like cholesterol clogs veins,
They'll stop Mercy’s tracks
And all Worthy trains.
Passengers like seeds
So easily re-rooted.
What makes you think
You’re so really sure-footed?
Without faith
Without vows
No heres
No nows
Without me.