Shining bright
of tragic
and
very sparse light,
is there flight
As they fall
We must leave
Shackled,
Chained,
Iron thieved-
Freedom,
taken,
from us all
Feet must leave
forward feet dragged
Sting so sharp
So much fire
In my feet
As we are forced to flee
Old and sick, taken down
Wind of storm forced out
from their lungs
Until there is nothing to come
Traded rags
Skin and bones
Stars fall again
Sing salt
Sweating eyes
The stars that
F
A
L
L
fall on the ground
The trail of rain
Follows me on my journey-
Away
from where I belong.