A New World

Brave..

A new world
Overflowing with
Rocks and color
Receding waters
And moonless nights
Money is
Trampled in the dirt
And every man
For himself
Pockets heavy
With bullets
Painting cathedral walls
Red with
Spilt blood
Coating the door knobs
With piss
Taking
What is not
Yours
Oh Mara,
If you could see the
Soil now

Author's Note

This isn't for you