Light House

I stand aloof, phallic, symbolic
Untouched by prevailing winds

On headland of barren seas
Which carry the still born,
Hostile to living souls

My forehead, brazen
Flashes thrusty shafts

Stubborn in purpose,
Penetrates deep
into inky skies

On scan for able bodies
Desperate,
to court my single minded ways

From far off I am seen
Even though shrouded in darkness

A welcome rest to those foolish children,
Who scavenge the stygian heart
of my thirsty rival

Oblivious to her
scornful assaults

Persistent, I seduce
And lure to my door
Those destined folk
Survives of her terrible rage

My home is built on dangerous ground
Where many are dashed and fall

Sean Benjamin 2006