(Written 2/3/2004)
Dancing in a lifeless world,
ambushed by the sins of time
The cracks creep through the dusty floor,
sharpened by our restless cries.
A war of detailed memories
once tiptoed through these fields
But those faceless knights drew out their swords,
and stepping down, the queen gave yield
Her crown dropped into a bitter pool of naked, burning eyes.
And a tasteless sea of yesterday’s coffee,
lost, forgotten from our lives,
evaporates into the sunburnt webs of broken time.