Soilder

Keep your head down soldier And march on Grime in the crevices between your fingers The glass and tombstones crumble Under your weight You tread a lonely path You fight against the howling wind Battered and bruised But don’t you dare sob For the memories that stick in your throat like honey Clogging your breath Stay in the mud Tilting your head to the Pavement-gray sky Where no stars are found