And t’s sobering
to see the best of men sit
Fighting for 3 long years,
just to witness all the good times.
To make God Damned certain
that his kids have grown.
To make God Damned certain
His people were taken care of.
It’s not a death in the family
but it hurts like one.
Goodbye Gary.
We miss you already.
falling suddenly
rain burst from sky
as if the clouds everywhere
shattered and God stood on the
other side of that firmament, hammer in hand
labeled
“use in case of emergency.”
We told ghost stories
while driving down a
mostly-abandoned midnight
stretch of I-94.
The truck hummed familiarly,
keeping a semblance of
comfort as our minds Raced
back to places where we
didn’t know what lay
quite beyond the ring
of our flashlights.
When gates swung
for no good reason,
and toys came on
without a battery to
power them.
the thoughts of forgotten
fears gripped us,
memories of times spent
in dark places we
probably ought not
wander through.
And without the comfort
of that constantly
humming motor,
I’m certain we would
have driven ourselves
Insane.
the sieve and the sand 