WE WAIT

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Richard Misrach, ‘Clearing Storm Near Kingman,’ 1985, Robert Mann Gallery

 

Emptiness.

A vast open space.

Open to the sky.

Coated in dust and mud.

Rearranged by sand storms.

Washed by the rain.

We wait for help.

For the weather.

For settlers.

For investors.

We wait.

SAVE US FROM THE DEAD

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SAVE US FROM THE DEAD

Please save us.
The moon has no power.
No power over the night.
Rise for us.
Bring light.
Save us from The Dead.

Please save us.
Cry for us.
Shine for us.
Be our savior.
Our champion.
Save us from The Dead.

Please save us.
We have no other.
No armies.
No weapons.
Only the light.
Save us from The Dead.

Please save us.
Shine your light.
Make The Dead retreat.
Back to their darkness.
Away from our children.
Save us from The Dead.


THE DEAD GAME



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THE LIGHT

THE LIGHT

A distant light beckons to me.

It seems to be moving closer.
I can hear its moaning cry.
What can it be?
Come with me into the woods
And we will find out together.

THE DEAD GAME

HELP ME

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HELP ME

I’m all alone in the house.
I’ll be quiet as a mouse.
For I hear noises outside.
I must find a place to hide.
Now I hear noises from above.
Something just gave me a big shove.
Help me before it’s too late.
And my life is left to fate.

THE DEAD GAME
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TURNED TO STONE

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TURNED TO STONE

I have turned to stone.

I’m chilled to the bone.

The coldness is spreading.

Where can this be heading?

Please help me.

You can see.

Life is at its end.

I can’t even bend.

Who’s my deadly foe?

I still need to know.

Leave me be.

You shouldn’t see

What I’ve become.

Leave and be gone.

HELP ME

HELP ME

I’m trapped in the house.

The house at the edge of the forest.

A forest of darkness and nightmares.

Why did I attend this party?

An invitation to a night of games.

Games played to the death.

By those who are already dead.

Revolving rooms.

Cages descending from the ceiling.

Blood.

Bones.

No more.

I must get out.

THE DEAD can’t win this time.

We must fight for our lives.

THE DEAD GAME

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A GHOST OF ME

I sit on the bench,
watching the sun take flight,
and the moon move to position.
The stars begin to shine 
in the darkening sky.
All is well with the world.
The night will soon be here.

But all is not well with me.
I feel light.
I feel empty.
I feel transparent.
A ghost of my former self.
What has happened to me?
How will I go on?

One day life changed for me.
And all I had taken for granted
was gone in a second.
How will I go on living?
There is no one here on the bench,
but a ghost of me.