Above the Fray

Sunken letters forced upon the seams
Engraved and left alone
Kept still preserving the same scene
Forgetting none but those who stood like
Guns ejecting time
Save seats for the sleepers still in line

Peeling back the corners of what was observed
But save small families they huddle like absurd pigeons; hands in clothing holding tightly to the gifts that were thought up for them

On a morning like this it should be implied
(unpleasant as it is)
Billows through mesh crawl from inside
Along with self-regard
From behind ash a calming view:
Money stacked like bodies rushing to
Buildings all around just like they weren’t there
The roads collapsing into chilling photographs
While drifting slowly your sense of community falters (never having had to be explained)
I know why they look up as they’re falling down
Buried in debris just like it always was
(all the times the plans were over scrutinized)
And hurting less than anybody thought it would
(a peaceful mind is underrated)