you say

blue field

i hold your hand
as you lead me
on a tour

you say
my heart and mind
are blank
i’ve nothing left
in the tank
from these death races
for dollars
bodies piling up faster
with each passing day
answered by
the dark heart decision
to make bigger shovels
to dig deeper holes

you say
why isn’t anyone looking
why doesn’t anyone care
for these forgotten people
these uncollected souls
broken down
into something unrecognizable
as they turn
against their neighbors
and begin
to eat their own

you say
i’m exhausted of guns
bored of sand
let the wind devils bury me
in this dead man’s desert
or send me flying
in one piece
a single blast
to discharge me
back home
to you

i hold your hand
as you lead me
on a long slow tour
of your desert losses
morning is almost here
and you say
please
don’t think any less of me
if tomorrow
my goodbye

doesn’t make a sound

 

 

Words and Image: B. Reeves


		
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