consequences...

In Midnight Sleep, In Another Time

In midnight sleep, faint faces
watch me sleep. I know them
intimately as I attach to their forms
like a child clings to mother. I am
mortally wounded, smoking holes from
their heads, intertwined arms, a family of
four in a house turned grave. I dream,
I dream, I dream.

Of scenes of sand, blood mingles
with viscous stains on a street
teeming with contempt. Of skies
different from ours, there are no
storms and so there is no beauty.
Simply sunrise, sunlight, sundown
and scattered bodies somewhere in
between.

Long, long is the trail
of matter from
the smoking holes of four heads
to the steel tip of my boot. Through
the carnage I have created, I walk
with callous composure. Mother, daughter,
father and son. Now,
of their forms at night,
I dream, I dream,
I dream.