Blood a Poem by Jeremy Matthews

The blood is life's carrier containing burial burning buoyancy of which spirit carries on like a river washing away a shore reaching to the seas of incarnadine where the hunter comes to dine. The flame within rises its design consuming while flowing endless time when the body is absorbed of all its moisture then the body is absorbed of all its moisture then the spirit is whole of soul and the blood is now air of which there are those that shed the blood to early and want to get back into there bodies and their are those who recognize it as only a passage to set sail on the wind.