Brushed Aside

Great God this is an awful place

Though sometimes her smile

Lights the emptiness

He lost his way it happens in blizzards

Or flames he said

Christ how the ice can burn

Great God this was an awful thing to waste

Sometimes her smile lights the emptiness

I rest my case won’t you do the same

No, you wait here

You wait for the sun to rise

I’m tired of talking

Tired of city limits

And tired of walking

Across the grass outside the house

They’d sell their brothers

For a place in commanding heights