This is one of my many masks,
me staring through the broken glass...
The cranes bright in white
Are here when the fields are full...
We look at people
with distrust...
Ahoy ahoy, how does the whistle of the steamer...
Tu -Tut, Tu -Tut, the steamer blows while she goes...
They throw words like hand grenades,
And stares that burn to your spine...
You always had me
scratching at the dirt...
Sweet baby bird
with your wings burned black...
Doctor when you speak to me
Please remember I'm a person too...
I can not remember..
The last time I did not feel broken...
I'm living my life to the fullest,
Forgetting all my sadness...
Sun kissed skin.
Dirt covered feet...
...and, I shiver as
I watch the last leaf fall...