August 18, 2015
Some once in a team, making way, seem to trust
Insisting on following instructions
Until falling structures sift on to dust.
I find a way less haunted;
New shadows show, this too dark room
They’re a grayer gray than they had wanted.
I might tip the stone off this night’s tomb.
Out already old
I’ll gaze back at the steps I stood,
Laced with my blood.
But by god’s will, new ground will not be cold.