Always Thinking of Matter

Anything but quietly I’m standing in the shade Fixated on pixels Lost in the rain Two counts for one drop They’re lost in the aisles Pushing pens bleeding notes Lost in the files Structure in contrast Is taking a bow Explosions in distant fields Men running through crowds Authorities always late Children in tears Mothers walk aimlessly Drenched in their fears The shadows still stand Reminding of the lost Burnt in the ground They remind us of the cost.