Might Come
when it wasn’t too warm
it was just another place
and the grays were coming
in in all the worst ways
*
the concrete cut its teeth on the crash of cars
*
made mostly of water
every death is a spill
and subject
to the same sayings
as milk
in a court of law
at the scrutiny of eyes
wandering behind doors shut
*
a bullet is a trespasser
- breaking and entering
given a purpose
looking for only one thing
to steal
*
perhaps if this place
wasn’t so old
maybe age
wouldn’t be
seen as a merit badge
*
everything’s got to change
love comes with its own terms and conditions
*
what did life agree to?
what signature was there to
match the assignment?
surely nothing is agreed to
without some sort
of mark left
*
by birthright
there is a flood
in the bones
ships leave
from ports
and wreck under waves
of bodies
how cruel the skin is
trapping the currents
set to flow,
merge into oceans,
destroy
that which is only a cover up,
disguise,
uniform –
those rags of flesh
over which
there was no choice given
to choose
where to begin
and what endings might come
just because