Some artists inspire me to create.
Their work “speaks to me.”
I take what I hear and translate it into poetry.
This work, in particular, spoke.
In honor of the artist and his vision, I wrote this poem.
A Prayer for the Sword
Brave sword, covered in flowers, stand with me now and always.
I am spirit. I am wind.
I am:
The sun’s last light on fishermen’s villages
I am:
A dark net gliding
on the still river.
I bow to you now
you who I cannot see
you who I have know all my life
You, the nameless one
Did I create you, or did you create me?
I’ve seen too much to capture:
Plastic bottles discarded like cut flowers
Red flowers: blood of my blood
All brings me back to you.
My soul is not from here:
It is song, and I am voice
It is warmth, and I am sun.
When all the warriors have died
You appear to me in a dream
Commanding my return
To a new world
Made by my own hand
-ZB
A Life of Wonder 
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