Crooked power lines trace
This snow-covered district
On a dark night, ice is covering
People concealed in homes
Keep the light – “Could you leave the light on?”
In the streets, here
Six shots – “Don’t save him from the flames”
Liquid running through the veins
Swallowed in the darkness
Out in the night
Where it’s too dark to see but you know it’s still there
“Still there?”
It’s too late they’re already here
Darkness leaves the homes despairingly hopeless
Light found a way in
They found a way in
But I’m already gone
Even if it’s only in my head – “See you on the other side”
Pressing my face against
This car window
Watch – “A light in the dark”
Fire all around
Leading through the home
Yeah, tell me again
“And there’s a light on”
It can handle it
20 years later
But I’m already gone
Light’s been found
A note on the wall – “This isn’t going to work out”
I really like the style of this poem. Even if I didn't understand every single thing, I really like it. I'll have to reread it a few times.
your stuff is absolutely gorgeous jackson. "crooked power lines trace" i love that line!