The Mercy Path

Once you bypass

the last starched lightning tree

you enter a hillside world

of midnight stream

and border wire music.

Here, across shilling debris,

early shadow

and blisters of high mist,

nature composes movement

from iron and broken bone.

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Steve Coel

Walking Notes

Steve Coel

An 11.59 Publication

Time has no future along forgotten paths. So be it. 

The Mercy Path can appear to be grim, tired, depressing. It is however, often beautiful.

No Paths

Here,

where young people

never return

and there

are no paths,

is the place

language goes to die,

and old people

still stop to watch

lost cars

drive pass.

heb deitl

Steve Coel

Walking Notes

Steve Coel

An 11.59 Publication

There is an echo of hardship here and little to celebrate.

I have, it seems to me, become increasingly focused on what is being left behind. Forgotten.

The Proposal

Cut

into bitter grey stone

by masters of dead trades,

is your complete life story.

Brief like you,

words from broken parents

target the elders,

who created your passing.

heb deitl

Steve Coel

Walking Notes

Steve Coel

An 11.59 Publication

So many things around me, in the local and wider community, seem broken, fractured...