sun and blood.
Cities bathed in sun and blood,
Our homes left orphaned.
The sky is restless above her head,
Hot scars on my body.
And our familiar places are now like traps,
Holding on, embedding in our souls.
The land– a great torn wound,
Buried in black soil and coffee grounds.
Now, lean your hopelessness onto me,
While I hold the hot sky.
I will do all that I know and all that I can -
As long as you love,
As long as you
cry.
