I ain’t got much to say but the truth. I swear…
Joshua 7:22 in the Ruins
The whole city was an ambush
the summer before we met
& I was disaster provisions.
I lit fires up and down
Meridian, breaking the law
every time the moon
disappointed me, tried
tunneling home dirt by dew
& then you were salve
and I, a walking wound.
I met you and you stopped
my war with the world you
transformed Indiana
darkness into solitude
o, behold, the smoke of the city
has gone up into the sky
and there is no power
in those ruins anymore.