Creeping along the boulevard
Hanging under derelict street lamps bathing warm cream light
A dead dog was strewn across a gutter
He looks at me from a yellow eye
Abandoned by a faithless friend
I feel stuck in dry sand
Bearing the stench of seven years of unwashed paranoia
Like I always have.
There was a single shot from down the street
A yelp and a shout paced down the road from above
Like a wind in Harlem
Like jagged rocks on a white sand beach
Staring out, broken, unto eternity
Like they always have.
Have you heard the news that they broke through the lines near Sedan?
I would have thought they were all gone by now
Nothing else seems to stick around these days
But they’re still sending people to the camps
Able bodied men to the right
Women and children to the left
Nevermind that, the children go alone
Kind of like they always have.
And taking from one place to another we wept tears of iron
Holding out for something that isn’t real
A mass of bleak and staring eyes
Imploring for some kind of quick salvation
Like the instant gratification of a shot straight to the aorta
A feeling of bare bones scraping across the rocks
Bleached and broken but holding up the world
Just like they always have.
WesWord Bound 