I know what Jesus found
out in the desert-
or perhaps, what He lost
My eyes will never look at you again
at best, they pass over
like unhurried clouds on a windless day
Blooming and expanding
from nothing
churning and sliding west
Memory is just a few shocks
that take me back,
bullet holes that let
light penetrate a sealed room
Drifter you call me; but
I saw my captain's (my brother's) soul
splash and sink into the
thirsty dust
Boys marched in
and ghosts fly home,
unhurried, as clouds
in a windless sky
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 4:32 PM UTC
I know what Jesus found
out in the desert-
or perhaps, what He lost
My eyes will never look at you again
at best, they pass over
like unhurried clouds on a windless day
Blooming and expanding
from nothing
churning and sliding west
Memory is just a few shocks
that take me back,
bullet holes that let
light penetrate a sealed room
Drifter you call me; but
I saw my captain's (my brother's) soul
splash and sink into the
thirsty dust
Boys marched in
and ghosts fly home,
unhurried, as clouds
in a windless sky
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