If I were to leave tomorrow,
would you ever remember me?
would you visit my grave -
Is that how you'd remember me?
Or would you turn me
into a poem of yours,
and keep me alive through you?

The hush of broken stars blares,
A child of dust can’t absorb,
The untamed earth’s breath gathers the hush,
As an echo, heaven wails.

"I'll make sure you're safe."

Those are the only words I need to hear.

The clouds in the sky
don't look white
beneath them
the forest is gray
And the broken branches of the trees
and the blackened earth
and the muddy ditches not deep enough
for man
And at the end of it, a soldier
A long coat
with a gun between them
with a black-gloved hand
and read a small book
while feeling
oncoming absolute despair.

I know where that goes but I don’t know where to put it.