What Dead Means

One brother attempting to teach his younger brother about what dead means

 

The air was still wet from the rain

Grass sticking to our bare toes like

Chewed up bubble-gum we ran.

Feet slipping on the slick blades ,

Never wanting to stop.

We found the trees, needles from the

Pines digging their way deep into

Calloused bottoms.

Blurs of nothing in the dark,
Counting the shades of black

On our fingers and running out.

His head turned to me,

And I felt the movement

But my brothers face was gone.

Just black.
You know what dead means Mikey?

I shook my head.

It means in the ground.

He sat down, and grabbed dirt,

Making a fist around it.