Nobody told me we’d lose in this fight.
And I’m still lost inside.
An old friend whispers.
Old friends, we burn.

Below are serpents
that kill our children.
Down the drain to
join the others…
…she has dispensed down there.
Welcome home son
this is when your life begins.

You said to me,
“If this is what you want, then
I’ll be there counting all the cards that you held on.”
You cannot be sure when I’ll fold.
This is what you want so we’re good.

I’m trying to find my way.
The ground shakes away the pain…
of earthquakes in the doorway.
Not to get hurt from falling debris.

Below are serpents
that kill our children.
Down the drain to
join the others…
…she has dispensed down there
Welcome home son
this is when your life begins.

If somehow I can use the rising sun
where bridges burn down.
And maybe I am
blind to all but colors
where water falls to the ground.