Inches above the horizon
A blood moon hangs low
A death star
A sanguine mass
Dominates the shadows
That dance
On the empty streets
A nocturnal army
Of insects and dead leaves
At the mercy of the wind
A sanguine mass
Dancing on the empty streets
A stolen car
Running on adrenaline
A hail of lead
Shattered the windscreen
Tearing through
Fake leather covered seats
The dreamcatchers feathers
Turned crimson
The driver went limp
Shattered clavicles
Powerless arms
A photo
Of a woman and child
Fell into the footwell
And came to rest
On a bed
Of broken glass
Sirens wailed
Like a banshee choir
Falling headlong
Into white dreams
Moving slowly
Like a feather
Falling
From a great height
Gliding
Twisting
Pausing
Until a resting place
Is found
A flight of concrete stairs
A thousand numbered pages
Of blank paper
Launched like fireworks
Into the fluorescent void
And yet
They land in order
The manuscript has
Written itself
Did you see that man?
Did you see him run?
Like the wind
Through the Valley of Elah
The ancient place
Where oak trees grow
Where giants fall
Where crows feast
On the flesh
Of the slain
Heavy pine
Feather light
Two ropes
Threaded below
Eight hands
Synchronised
Slowly lower the box
Closer to Hell
Rain soaked heads
Dropped shoulders
Dirty fingernails
Crushed hearts
Joe’s dead
I got the call
When I was far away
Too far
To make it back in time
He's dead
Still don't know how
I just know
That this time
He's gone for good
I remember telling him years ago
That this was on the cards
Remember saying that I'd stand
At his grave some day
And shake my head
I'll tell him I told you so
Even though he won't hear
A word.
(Words and Image both Copyright - Rick Munn)
Very good Rick ,poignant words.