...not kansas...

buckle down the phantoms
as the pillars around you fall
while waves of burn encroach
like a rising of the flesh's tide
along a beaten shore of left over
tremor marked
faces
filled with
indescribable
unexplained
joy

working parts spare like hospital dust
keep afloat
the way others find laugh
in hardscrabble hands
or empty save hope
as one wrings the next
past defeat
and through chase like cut

fog is fog and the undertow leads despite the blind
and though i do not see the wreckage
before me
i can feel your embrace

welcome home

arf 05