Honey drunk on the way this city moves
lost in the morning crowd I wander
trying to find my way home
to the place I know as refuge from the sun
where around me rises a graveyard of iron souls
reaching to a sky that smiles down indifference
‘We are here’ alive in our afterlife
so say the lost ones who beat their fists against the sky
as they walk among the tombstones
and dream of a wheat field that might be planted here
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7 responses to “Honey Drunk”
Moon and sun, home and refuge, life, afterlife, iron, wheat. Brilliant as always.
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