Buck

Written by: JAY JOHNSON

                                        It was a cloudy day in march...
                                            The sky was blue, gray, 
                                            Hot sun outside, within.
                                                  How statue like he stood,

                                             In the early march wind.
                                              He stood, he stood,
                                                   How statue like he stood.

                                              Bare naked on the sands,
                                              moist tears ducts,
                                              sundryed, bound feet.
                                                    How statue like he stood.

                                               A voyage done,
                                               rusted anchors weeped,
                                               strange faces big guns.
                                                    How statue like he stood.

                                               Fading sounds, mangled,
                                               knotted thoughts, screams within.
                                                    How statue like he stood.

                                               Wintered in the moment
                                               of the early march wind.
                                               He stood, he stood.
                                                    How statue like he stood.

                                                                          
                                                                      By
                                                              Jay JOHNSON