You don’t get everything
back, I think.
Not from doom or injure,
anyway.
Only the new growth grass
and a futurist poem.
Creates a new focus
in my eye.
And as for the victor?
Beware the silence.
Blood on green,
is all they have to offer.
No one answers
You don’t get everything
back, I think.
Not from doom or injure,
anyway.
Only the new growth grass
and a futurist poem.
Creates a new focus
in my eye.
And as for the victor?
Beware the silence.
Blood on green,
is all they have to offer.
A Wandering Poet 