war is subjective

'never be too good at not getting caught

it might not be good for you'

never understood it when it was said

but now i am living it thick

and it is obvious now

cinnamon smoke

it starts softer than a prayer

more subtle than morning

and is what few want to believe

... .thurlo.

nobody knows

i never knew nothing

that water just kept creeping up my ankles like history

i ran out out of that flooding house grabbing life

absorbing what i thought would keep me alive
and keep me from crying

but that cement hill road that i never drove north

that cement hill that never gave me a reason to care

i ran towards that fucking hill holding my little treasures

i ran holding in one hand the blood and history and truth of my ancestors
and in the other the last death before dying

and it was only april...