What are you
afraid of And
why do you shake?
Is it demons
from the past Or the shadows
in our wake?
He folded the paper
Put it in his pocket
The bodies turning in the moonlight
Hanging at the cross roads
Hung for everyone to see
There in front of the church.
blood running down the roots of the tree
He’s older now, but he remembers
As everyone gathers at the alter…
The dust still sticking to his shoes…
I met him when he was older. His hands shaking, as he told me…
What he did at the docks…
Shooting a man for seven hundred dollar bills because he only had five.
He said you never forget the light leaving their eyes…
The things you do just to fit in.
Keeps you up at night….
We like to think we changed
But it wasn’t that long ago.
It was only yesterday.