A Lonesome Maker

****A reflection of a day, i wrote about the death of my fiance from cancer**** last night the daughters of ignOrance coupled with the sons of despair in parked cars by ruined rivers WhiLe dreams were finding their way home in the dark Old dreams staying on old roads neW dreams falling away troops were being withdrawn from One battlefieLd to another and the president was to be re elected because he kills more than any other and is the best man for the jOb because he Wears a mask on the back of his head smiLing and because he lives where telescopic cameras always crosses its target As today, is the day of the Dead... so this mOrning I placed at the feet of unfinished statues the scars I have salvaged it's my Way of protesting Now i sit in this bar with the bartender and the cockroaches pretending i am here on a visit when I know this is home Like a man with no one you are such A Lonesome Maker