Blast Crater
I’m just sitting in a blast crater
with the jagged pieces of myself,
just sitting and inspecting,
maybe waiting for the vultures.
In the past I’d pick the shards up,
place them the best I could,
get up and just start moving
to some haphazard destination,
but this time there’s nowhere left to go.
And even if there were an Emerald City on the horizon,
there are others here with me,
and I’m busy picking up their pieces,
so here I sit
watching the smoke and fog dance,
swirl and play like children,
and though I can’t see them,
I know the vultures are out there somewhere
circling with hungry eyes.
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