in silos in
the dead of winter
North Dakota
Nebraska
nuclear fire wells beneath our toes
you want it to be over and you don’t
normalcy hugs like a father, strong
stronger and taller than you
whatever this is, it holds you
like a sobbing lover
all ungentle tears and
no future
Does it speak? Can we learn something from it?
Like the best enigmas it says nothing
until you feel foolish for screaming.
You want the dead back
so you can grab them by wispy collars or weak wrists
and ask them “what the ****
Somewhere in there is a lesson
about trusting a bad year.
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 10:25 AM UTC
in silos in
the dead of winter
North Dakota
Nebraska
nuclear fire wells beneath our toes
you want it to be over and you don’t
normalcy hugs like a father, strong
stronger and taller than you
whatever this is, it holds you
like a sobbing lover
all ungentle tears and
no future
Does it speak? Can we learn something from it?
Like the best enigmas it says nothing
until you feel foolish for screaming.
You want the dead back
so you can grab them by wispy collars or weak wrists
and ask them “what the ****
Somewhere in there is a lesson
about trusting a bad year.
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