Iraq was also there
by scott from jail

Iraq was there, like grass is also there and the song of leaves
blowing majestically just above the head top of grass
warmed it even under the snow
as it wandered and then

not too much farther
just a breathing laying down of simple hope
not green and lush this time, just brown
bending down

a reed, a little crinkle
not much of sky
just a whistling shot
something giving way
a little more

and then a grave, yesterday packed into a box
a little cage of white
cardboard, buried, left under it all,
under the growing of it all
under foot.

Copyright © 2013 - scott from jail
Published: 2/7/13   ·  Author's Page   ·  Next Poem