10.20.2011

the moment the colors fade is the moment we begin to feel alive

a love poem
for a post apocalyptic
America

hands dry and
cracked
overworked men
that drink too
little and wives
with toothy
grins
smiling through
pain in pretty
dresses
and children
in the yard
innocent in up-
turned earth
we've seen the sun
hit our faces
for the last time
we've closed our ears
to the bird's song
to the water's edge
we've grown bored
of running
and instead bathe
in self defeat
and never have
we been so alive