Next Thing You Know You'Re Dead

10/26/17 " Either was us or them Was poor way back when Mess up and wind up with a bad batch of corn bread Or a horse head in bed A sign on the store said "Another day closer toward the end Next thing you know you're dead" A storm ahead At times the sky above the shores red Countries and people involved in war again She told me she wanted to be more than friends Deposits of ores, worked on then locked behind glass doors as gems Experienced scorn and dread Brand new shoes or soles with worn treads Another lifeform torn to shreds All across the floor it bled