poem

 Tired

We’re all tired now

Every soul worn down

Gnawed to the bone

We work dawn to dark

We don't take breaks 

No one notices the moon 

On the droned drive home

No one believes in stars anymore

So the constellations fall apart

They sound like needled sleet

Against the windshield glass

All we ever do is build fires

And melt piles of ice

We remember Prayer

But we’re done with prayers

Our knees hurt

And we kneel for no one

But our own noble exhaustions.

Nevertheless we don't sleep at home

We save sleeping for the day

So our grayed waking life becomes 

A dazzling bright dream 

We can only escape

By falling asleep from

10/25/22