Waking from the scenario grandparents rise
A living deathdream struggled to awake from
Your brow wet with the tar shine of mascara
crawling down your cheek like an insect
Teeth pressed together to extract the truth
Glances creep around corners
The smoke outlines a drifting horizon
seething over a landscape
framed by rasping barks
Bitter light of a washed out sunrise
bleached nuclear winter winds
Threats and drooled out lies you can not hear
slide from the side of a mouth chewing gum
A family filing down the barrel of a shotgun
a sawn off canon pointed at promises
the decorated lights that hover overhead
the celebrations of the village
the people gather and plant trees in the streets
then cut them down to murder their wives