welsh blood spilled on the asphalt
a look from his mother tells us
it was all your fault
so we guess it might have been
maybe if we held a sense of faith
in our little idea of god
the dust fluttered around his eyes
as we escaped through the hatch in our minds
to forget who we were
but an eclipse of our hearts rung round
to miss our movements in passing
till we lose it again
we hope he misses our youth
before we saw the warning signs
of space age flight
it haunted his eyes everyday
to see something we couldn't
and we couldn't see him
so i hope he knows the moon
for it is lonely at night
where he might sleep tonight
tomorrow we'll wake up
and wish we were someone new
someone he never knew
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if not human
Poetrythe anthology of emotion, the passing of life, the epilogue of pure, unfiltered regret this is "if not human" poems, prose and stories from the dark
