A Paining

walking through the dark long strides, not looking the eyes all on me burning, the smell of hate rising through the leaves my thoughts are coming just one of many dripping from graceful mouths she said goodbye to the airless room the men stared, some looked away droning on, so far down now dont want to look up the dirt is shoveled slovenly down the still flowers running in the ground with colours, on crude cloth cobalts in wasted tubes oily fingers pressed softly to a sound of moons colliding holes and craters vibrated a solitary gun strays into view an alien planet like ganymede dead like seasides and lavender fields crimson earth with white ash soft in the shadows of destitute women cold as the door closes on them my father looks at me a last look of distanced remorse nothing shining in the dark now I am afraid windows hiding the faces making out the shapes as its driving away I sink inside and day dawns to metallic chords a brown radio blares on but dead I can paint now she has gone