Tomorrow is a theory.
We are as blind to hold faith with her
As we are with Him.
Among us stand men and women
Of the greatest fortune: to
Still remain standing.
With this you have served us,
Reviving this paradigm that tomorrow is
Theoretical.
Be it among stars or be it in oblivion,
If you ever read this,
sleep beautifully.

Tearing through the mind and
Bleeding onto the page.

Sleep has become tiring.

There was a time when
This kind of thing was
Frowned upon. All I can do now
is laugh.
God painted me a morning and I burned it.
You were the one to teach me that
These things, like all things,
are flammable.

So I brought my heel down on the *****'s jaw.
I mean, it was already dead, but we have to be sure.
That's what Barker wanted.
And the ***** says somethin' Congish-
Well, squeals it-
So I bring my heel down harder.
No, I don't regret it. That's the thing.
I was being a soldier.
We were being soldiers.
But now I'm hearing
Apologies
From my ******* platoon leader.
He's just sorry to be the only convict.
It wasn't a "massacre." One of them had a grenade on her.
I was just following orders.

The general
Ignores the desert sun in favor of
Refreshing a clip
Standing rigid against the sand and the time
And the bullets
This land offers.

What awe I evoke
From savages whose methods are like driving
Tomahawks to steel.

The general
Feels no more
Than desert sun.

In my world there is iron and concrete.
There are rusted pendulums and mute birds
There are time bombs and dictators.
There is faith and there is reason
subjectivity
objectivity
And there, out there, is reality,
But none of us can see it through the barbed wire and the
Iron and concrete.

You told me how much you wanted
Us to be us forever and
I don't understand why you're so
Upset that I made it happen.
Yellowed shreds of gauze
And dense murky tombs keep you
For me.