Campfire

The countryside is being eaten by the very structure that we lean on

love letters for bonfires and campfire songs for city children

nowhere to run

distance ourselves by the balanced crops of thought

till the field

no where to run

you were never there

the oceanside is being torn down

by the countless drops of blackness feeding filtration

for the domestication of diseases

you'll lose your balance on this rope

broncos with cavalry bringing me home