BUILDING A ROAD
I started digging
a long time ago.
...... digging words
that speak quietly
in memory of those
gone to stone.
Rocks
standing in my dreams
... yet everything was dirt
and dust
lost in the wind of war
until the rains came
washing it away.
The day after tomorrow
came falling
as the mud deepened
again
... and again.
... and I lost them
again
and again
... and I never knew where they went
or where they are
All of them so young
... so wounded.
Now
it is dust
and wind and mud
within a strange silence
that is saying goodbye.
I lit your cigarette and said
Goodbye.
That is all I know my friend.
I was just
building a road
into the last sunset of old age.
A road
carrying
all of my Brothers
Home.