shadows buckle
from the weight of the rising Sun
and the chirping birds and grasshoppers
provide no deference to the bodies
that are strewn across Saunders Field
dew glistens and blood oozes
from the wounds
as the souls look helplessly about
not knowing which direction to walk
the heat grows rapidly towards noon
and soon no-one would come
this day or the next
ashes to ashes
dust to dust
the Moon be my witness
as here I sleep
Jan 13, 2017
Jan 13, 2017 at 2:03 AM UTC
shadows buckle
from the weight of the rising Sun
and the chirping birds and grasshoppers
provide no deference to the bodies
that are strewn across Saunders Field
dew glistens and blood oozes
from the wounds
as the souls look helplessly about
not knowing which direction to walk
the heat grows rapidly towards noon
and soon no-one would come
this day or the next
ashes to ashes
dust to dust
the Moon be my witness
as here I sleep
