have you ever seen more dark than light she asked
his reply sarcastic and dry a yes without decorum in those shacks with open curtains woks and screaming babies (he realized all children cry in the same language of despair)
but it’s tropical down there she quips
not in Sam’s heart of darkness
what else have you lost along the way she’d like to know while searching for her own methadone
he chuckles guzzles tokes and chokes deep breath let’s out and sighs my sense of dignity my honor and my soul
a stare directed at the sun and down to her dirty finger nails while cupping the hem of her see through dress i lost my children she said
i’ve  been hidden from myself and by my hand they have been guiding the scope of my gun my logic and mind his army green matches the color of gangrene settled on the meat of his left thigh
unsolicited and void of tone my daddy killed my momma is her response i think it was on account of that war poppa fought in 64
painfully he struggles to get up climbing the wall where so many have deposited their sorrows not looking anywhere in particular he searches quietly for another place to hide