Raw,
a
crackle of distant guns,
a car that buys into the night.
A flash of the kerosene lamp,
all visibility.
Narrower vision,
guiding the way to a new sunless day.
Now,
we're standing on wires,
motionless, waiting to burn.
We're hypnotized by the flow of the wires.
We listen, but we never learn.
Closing in,
a breath on the back of your neck.
Sweat.
Turn and there's no one in sight.
New xenophobia.
A hand
grinding us down with our heads in the sand.
Now,
we're standing on wires,
motionless, waiting to burn.
We're hypnotized by the flow of the wires.
We listen, but we never learn.
A gap in the tingle fence,
or building a hole in the ground.
Thunder or gathering clouds.
Strangers in uniform,
want us to hide.
They pay no rent, why we count what they spend.
Now,
we're standing on wires,
motionless, waiting to burn.