Ashes to Justice
Sundown about a week ago,
I took a rest.
I burned the winter bullets
at her request.
She reached out and touched him
through her void.
And when his heart burst
his dream was destroyed.
Ashes to justice
they spread in the dust... us.
Spirits in the air
and the voice is there.
She fled to the underground
as clear as dawn.
All the fragments were strewn
they could not be found.
They were of pictures
stained on the glass.
The smell of summer
rising up from the grass.
What he can do
is what he don't want to do.
Look into her chemicals
and the cobalt eyes.
His head fell suddenly
against the ground.
The glass on the canvas
made a crinkling sound.
Ashes to dust... us
is looking for justice.
Spirit in the air
going who knows where.
-Will Dockery
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