
Typewriter Series #2645 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Over acreage, over oil,
over hatred foundless
and ocean large,
over revenge, over the
semantics of prayer,
the destination of words
when said from knees.
Over rivalry, over fear,
over habit born from
an eternity of learning
from those that learned
from those that began
because they were told to.
We leave boots without feet,
helmets without heads
to fill them.
We leave crosses white,
for miles we leave them,
glowing in sunset light
littering a perfect hillside
on the banks of
some river.
Over what?
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
Published on June 24, 2019 19:32