September

"Let me tell you, son: 

The sirens that speak to you from

the Western front fear

these handfuls of dirt.”

We’ve come to expect

dry evenings now,

trees casting empty shadows 

on cracked ground.

Thirst still has no meaning -

She carries signs on her back

A blank lady of situations.

In the trials of hungry slaves and

gregarious businessmen lies a path

where the misunderstood still walk.

And there, your hair is still wet.

This is my friend Eric. He got married in Germany in June of this year.

To be honest, the whole experience felt surreal because I’ve known him longer than any of my other friends. What’s even stranger is how calm he is about this whole ordeal.

I guess that means he’s an adult now.

Althought, I’m not sure what that makes me.

"This is where the wise man turns away. This is where the holy kneel and call on God. These are the last miles, my brothers. Don’t look to me to save you. Don’t think I will not spend you. Run if you have the wit. Pray if you have the soul. Stand your ground if courage is yours. But don’t follow me.

Follow me, and I will break your heart. “