Struck and Bewildered
Like a cow for the slaughter
we herd towards the carat dangled in front of us.
A glimpse of the golden past,
What was the purpose?
Ancient stones lie in ashes
slowly churning from the burning coals,
my eyes too cold to close as I sit waiting,
watching,
midnight comes and goes.
In the distance a shadow grows beyond the mesa,
the close of night is coming.
I can feel it bringing life.
My brother is rising, wakening
Rubbing his eyes in search of coffee,
Coals burning ‘till the dawn
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