Flat Feet

Soaking in the warmth
Of the aged sun
I walk on sand
Making foot-marks
Which will soon disappear.

Bearing the scorching heat
Of the overhead sun
I walk on wet cement
Making foot-marks
Which will remain.

The foot-marks on the cement
Bear no identity with me, but
The soles of my shoes
Display the grandiosity
Of the walk.

The foot-marks on the sand
Seem a pleasurable creation, but
The creation will disappear
No one will ever see
My flat-foot marks.

Don’t Go

Don’t Go

Don’t go she’d said

Even as he saw in her eyes

Something he’d already read

Her eyes raw in her cries

I just ask you not to go

I just ask you not to go

I just ask you not to go

Don’t go, Don’t go, Don’t go…

The letter-box distant red

Even as he saw the sun ere rise

Something he'd already said

About the day when he dies

I just ask you not to go

I just ask you not to go

I just ask you not to go

Don’t go, Don’t go, Don’t go…

The corpse in the field-undead

Leaving as the soul in it dies

Tears of mourning already shed

Now wait till the white flag flies

I just ask you not to go

I just ask you not to go

I just ask you not to go

Don’t go, Don’t go, Don’t go…