Sunday, May 4, 2014

I see the dust of the road


I see the dust of the road
through the pain
the blood in my eyes
my blood, everything hurts
as the man with scrolls
walks by, as the priest
looks away and walks by
I taste the dust of the road
as the sun beats down
I swallow the dust of the road.


Photograph by Lilla Frerichs via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.

1 comment:

Doug Spurling said...

'til The Good Samaritan carries me Home