Six by Two

by Kill Creek




I'll be back to pull the garden. 
Spring has proven winter cruel. 
And all of summer's beauty lies there rotting. 
Stripped like yours from you. 

And I know I 
Can't stand remembering 
The dirt 
Under our fingernails. 
The silence, 
Your defense; 
Tired over 
Tired hand. 
And we spent December 
Given our best shot at hating; 
But now, 
As I remember, 
We had no reason 
To abuse. 

I'll force God to notice 
That He is giving nothing back. 
And all of us were wet out in the boneyard; 
He washed the tears from you. 

And I know you 
Deserve none of this, 
My distance 
As we stole flowers 
From his grave. 
The silence, 
My defense; 
Tired over 
Tired hand. 
And I recall the ways 
You pretended not to notice, 
But we both sowed the soil 
That grew only what could die. 

And if you believe that I tried only to deceive: 
You know that's not true.

Written by: SCOTT D. BORN

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