American Battle

The knives serve as reflectors tonight I watch the moon’s transitions imagining you sleeping elsewhere under the same stars I wonder what you are awaiting upon your arrival if you arrive at all Ghosts appear to help battle the sorrow as you disappear in the sea of tears The human pieces are being washed off the pavement My heart breaks as yours turns to stone Blood thickens like glass fear vacuums the streets Like ships sailing through the night you keep passing me by like ships sending cannon balls to fly trying to find the light