beat back time
Where has all the sand gone, from that three time baseball bat beaten hourglass?
And they wonder who were sharpening knives behind those backs.
I heard something that made me so sad.
My friends Father, killed her mother.
My friends Father, making children promise to see all those Jews stripped from Palestine.
My friends Father, beating his mother till her teeth scattered across the floor like broken ice.
I turn a sooty face, and charcoal hand to an ashen close eye.
Said goodbye to let the crestfallen words ring empty in the red
brick rust halls of this shanty town water stain.
Today I heard words that cemented my heart, tugging like a tow chain at my heart place.
Drowning in that sand, from the hard left hook that memory fist struck, bright eyed and beaten back.
And they wonder who were sharpening knives behind those backs.
I heard something that made me so sad.
My friends Father, killed her mother.
My friends Father, making children promise to see all those Jews stripped from Palestine.
My friends Father, beating his mother till her teeth scattered across the floor like broken ice.
I turn a sooty face, and charcoal hand to an ashen close eye.
Said goodbye to let the crestfallen words ring empty in the red
brick rust halls of this shanty town water stain.
Today I heard words that cemented my heart, tugging like a tow chain at my heart place.
Drowning in that sand, from the hard left hook that memory fist struck, bright eyed and beaten back.