I stare
Ice cold glass with condensation
dripping
dropping
ticking
tocking
time
The clock tilts at angles
My hands turn and flip
While I sip
My eyes bore into the land
Laid out before me
Like a beautiful woman
Her skin a callous brown
her plateaus and valley's
My lady, my land
I smile into my glass
The screen door slams shut
As they rush in
Knock over my table
Stand before me
Barrel staring me down
The war rages on my lady
The glass breaks
The hands stop
And I laugh