
left without knowing
they couldn’t go home again
some doors should stay closed

left without knowing
they couldn’t go home again
some doors should stay closed

Juana guards the church
while the world is black and white
ghosts hang in her trees

left behind for you
past lives on the killing floor
faded, forgotten

discarded in time
weeds grow on the mother road
a soliloquy

battle if you wish
inevitability
the waves always win