daily – Page 158 – A Life in Poems

4/1/2021 (The Wasteland II)

This is not the greatest poem in the world
This is just a tribute…

Bodies pressed like garlic
Fists high in the sky…

Heavy halo Sun
Sphere of life
In a deathly void…

Fading like the fire
You fought so hard to feed…

Callused hands wrapped
Around rusty bars of iron…

Save every penny
Lick it and savor
The coppery flavor…

Heavy footsteps on Martian soils
A rusty sky, a path that coils…

Sound drowning
In rain falling…

Are you cold?
The dead don’t make fire
(Although they can catch it)
So you might be cold…

City in the distance
Grass beneath our feet…