Her soft, tremb'ling lips,
Unguarded, watery eyes,
Tragic arms outstretched.

Diamond splinter wind.
Reaching golden arms, frosted.
Finger biting cold.

We, in parched sunlight,
Stared at the jolting ceiling,
Searched for our mothers.

In metallic haze
Piss yellow neon trails weave,
Engines groan weary.

Embers of pale dust,
Reflected platinum glare.
A thought escapes me.

Moss eaten granite,
Shallow grass and milky dirt.
Wind passes, leaves shook.

Blackbirds unfold from
Charcoal branches, gilded leaves,
Sepia burnt streets.