Sometimes at night
asleep by the firelight
I dream about them
how they died
some are singing
and others saying what
they no longer see
walking fencelines
limping as if in pain
some of them handsome
and some mysterious
silent but not
for long they tell you
men scarcely know
how beautiful fire is
and old stories
they can't remember
unless you can
still look them in the eye.
Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 10:28 PM UTC
Sometimes at night
asleep by the firelight
I dream about them
how they died
some are singing
and others saying what
they no longer see
walking fencelines
limping as if in pain
some of them handsome
and some mysterious
silent but not
for long they tell you
men scarcely know
how beautiful fire is
and old stories
they can't remember
unless you can
still look them in the eye.
