Sickness Outside

loved ones far away.

Reunited, dirt-tied, earth and stone and bone
greeting
with dripping sticky 'hello's
a finger to the throat
still
can you believe it?
pulsing.
scarlet splash in blood-rust dust
he cries
without tears
he bleeds
from his eyes

All the medicine in the sun warming his fingertips
but they curl not
to grasp the warmth
cold in the shade on that iron wagon
                            the fields are lined with his cancer
                            the dirt is soiled in slow haste
                 deep footprints

the floors are
clean inside

Reviews

[dreaming dame]

OOOHH! I am honored by the fact that you like my writing when you write such magnificant pieces:) It's deep, so deep I nearly drown, though I almost, only almost, see the meaning of those two last lines. It somehow makes sense though:P

[Graveyardfuck]

Cryptic.