Not Even and Answer
Not even an answer
Not even an Answer,
Just one single hard lesson.
One that must have been watching me all day long.
Waiting, there in the shadows
While I picked up rocks in the corrals,
or maybe when I was clearing the sinuses of troughs,
with compressed air and trowel
Not even an answer
Just a cold silence, as the lesson slowly crawled up my leg
biting me with needle tipped feet
Getting under my skin
Running down my spine.
Eyeballing the hairs on the back of my neck with hungry eyes
while they stand up, huddled like sheep in the night.
Not even an Answer
There were nine saddles in the barn
All generations old.
Along with a bit with the letters U.S. Cavalry on the side
1865 I'm told.
Found on the ground amongst the fallen horse's bones.
The arrow tip, long returned to the earth after piercing his heart.
The desert shadows rising and falling with the days and years.
Until it was stumbled upon and brought to hang in the barn.
Not even an Answer
When the barn fell and the flames died
and all that remained were fumes of home and history
The boss asked “What happened?”
But as the wind continued.
I couldn't speak.
Copyright © Trey Pearson | Year Posted 2016
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