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troops were being withdrawn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
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