The broad surface – a stretched canvas of years
sun beaten – weathered and worn
a map of dead dreams and old fears
scars like canyons and crags
unseen forces clawing at the past
with grotesque greedy spears
to take a future neither would ever know
exchange it for a few coins
blood soaked soil
and silent tears
a story told
but unfinished
an ending like heat waves on the horizon
the time since a prolonged epilogue
a corpse that just
endears