sideways
where would you go if all you could pack was sorrow
could you walk a straight line to the sun
i remember chasing the dogs
rolling away the bodies
shoo’ing gators from the edge
and i liked it
i liked the blood on my shirt
the meat under my fingernails
i liked seeing butterflies on bones
looking back
there wasn’t much i missed
at least we died together
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Art: Pigma Microns on mixed media paper, 9×12 inches
Poem: by the artist.
