Falling Dust

2014-02-04 02:47 AM

Trapped in metal boxes
and drawn lines
afraid to leave any shelter

The parking lot outside
the hospital you said goodbye in
is filling up with snow, and people

People in virtual circles
drawing angels on the falling dust;
writing hope on the foreheads of demons

But neither angels nor words
ever tried to save you from the demons
that made massacres of promises

I can't bring myself to leave this metal box
because I don't want to forget
how the imprisoned panic

I don't want to forget
how your bones carved iron screams
when the dust and you fell