Prophet

An infant's cry
from a reed raft.

This shore
begs you remember

Seneca.  Quote
Aristotle.  Boats

now ply the black
sea between stars.

Think we of ourselves,
in dusty, rustling fields?

Open wide your mouth
to suckle milk, to speak truth.

Appeal to the crimson ones.
Advocate for broken sons

of Armageddon.  Won
or lost, this case must

bend the ears
of the sage and the dear.