Race Day
Run like a Slave Auction
First Teeth
Then ****
Next ***

Count the Purse
Strings....
Fridge
Check
******* .. Any Good?
Check
Vision
and on and on
It Went
Until finally
It came
To the Question
Of Family
And suddenly
She looked around
And there wasn't one person
Not one

She stood that way
For a long time
Looking
Out
Unbelieving

The ground
Empty
As if a thousand corpse
Lay
Rotting
In
The Sunlight
looking up
Eyes UnSeeing

Trying

But there wasn't
Anything
That could be said

They left her there
Their own Flag

Made for Flying        
Not Dying                             

Suddenly
A Breeze...
It was
Peace
Who Called

To take her
From the Pole

Where
She had
Been left

Hanging

A
new Thought
Of a
NEW Cross

Annointed  Colors
               Life