He leans the blade on guardrail steel
Salt wind sings through pitted mail
Gulls cry hymns he used to know
Tide pulls heavy far below
Salt on steel and salt on skin
The overpass holds morning in
No dragon here no crown to win
Just rust and wind and tide again
Rebar ribs show through cracked concrete
Fog horns sound like organ feet
He unclasps gauntlets worn to gray
Watches mist erase the day
Salt on steel and salt on skin
The overpass holds morning in
No dragon here no crown to win
Just rust and wind and tide again
A jogger passes breath in cloud
Nods once quiet not too loud
She sees a man not knight or myth
Just shoulders bowed by gravity
Choir voice rises in his chest
Latin verses half confessed
Kyrie eleison he hums
As headlights paint the concrete slums
The broadsword tip kisses the ground
No fanfare here no trumpet sound
He straightens slow joints popping loud
Knee brace hidden beneath the shroud
Salt on steel and salt on skin
The overpass holds morning in
No dragon here no crown to win
Just rust and wind and tide again
Wallet phone keys in leather pouch
No squire waits no royal couch
He walks the span to solid land
Boots striking rhythm on the band
Salt on steel and salt on skin
The overpass holds morning in
No dragon here no crown to win
Just rust and wind and tide again
Salt on steel the day begins
Pizzicato fades to breath
One last chord on felt and death
