Oh Quitter

Easy to sound
away tolls of loss,
flesh and soul,
to causes dear
with comforts all around
the storm battered
bluffs below the
jagged cliff's edge
scaled to a clap on the back
and a smile;
no more, no less.

Easy to shout
into sea frothed winds
the sacrifices
willing to blow
to reach the shores
across that deep
green black hungry chasm
with a friend beside
who knows
you cannot swim.

Easy to cry
until eyes bleed and teeth
crack clenched
over joining hells in which
so many have died
when your address
is not and
never was
on the invitation list.

Where was the passion,
the fly or fall dead trying,
the bluster and belly fire
when the time came to pass
to make up your mind
and you wilted and turned away?
Will it be there,
this bloodied sword struck to lightning charged air,
when the time comes to choose again?
Will this violent defense of life
vanish overnight or, easier, remain
silent and blind
until its moment, its chance, evaporates?