pathway to the past heart the present

heavy weights clogging my veins making my bones cry out

the fire is gone the wisdom becomes anger now

the holocaust

the night is so dark and cold with barrels of water

washing my bones

the morning comes with the smell of cheese burgers and hope

but that doesn’t last

ugly faces smiling with broken teeth and smooth skulls

they stare at me

the music I hear is off key and too loud

the coffee is tepid and the hard wind gets hot

the riders go past and offer no assistance

a huge black hole eats my soul until colors disappear

sad bones poor old sad bones