Scars on Land

We take what's dead

And breathe life in

And move like knives

Through scars on land.

Still untouched

No stain of hands

Caramelized

In a tilted light.

No chain stays unbroken

All aims get forgotten.

The weight of lead

On floors of sand

The idea reduced again

To outcome.

No chain stays unbroken

All aims get forgotten.