the foreground
cut out the painted sets
instant release
is what you all expect
the shutins
just can't shut out
a memory
of color on your mouth
a paper cage
holds the painted bird
and the wind shear
claws at that hollowed hill
the cut falls
to a thicker patch of white
and the tears collect
in rivers at your feet
on the floodplain
the last drop falls upon your face
withered hands
follow rain birds to the storm drains
she's buried
in a thousand feet of clay
underneath the floodplain
the foreground
shut out the painted sets
instant release
is what you all expect
the cutthhroats
just can't cut out
the blood flow
of color from your mouth
on the floodplain
the last drop falls upon your face
withered hands
follow rain birds to the storm drains
she's buried
in a thousand feet of clay
underneath the floodplain