This is how we
fight in the war!
And ain't nobody are worse!
We like to wait
silenced them alone instead with our attention a fortnight.
Here we are,
in late October,
off the road to the next turnover.
I can't see the inside of my mind,
just saw the earth on the edge of my mind.
Here I am, in late December,
off the road,
it's finally over.
I have seen everything I loved,
turned to ash,
cursed by the blood.
