the day I was born
blessed with blue skies
falling down on my mother’s land
bathed in holy rain
blood of broken saints dried to bones under alien Sun
calendars marked red between the Son in Heaven and 44′ on Earth
Poland
what a sick place to arrive
a little child
now grown again
life walking to my closest end in US
I cried
oh I cried
for nothing
years have passed silently by me like clouds above
far and away killer lands
evil higher ground sprayed on translucent continents
distorted and foreign shapes to faces and homes
I bet you walked the same walk
down the winding road to Dahlonega
as my father did and never stopped
till the day he died a lost soul
but no
he never got lost in the back roads of blind
no
through
towns
barking his head off for a greener grass or a bone thrown by local clowns
never drowned to rest on riverbed of disguise
of mud
of lures
sex
never cursed no God
I took his path to divine
and ran
run blind
ran wild
being still alive is not a crime
thus I climb up the mountains that can not be moved
speak to walls that don’t echo my words into lies
Yes, Father
the light arrived on time
look at me now
I still am
your other son
and I don’t judge the journey
I only turned off the dark
drove by this place once more
just once more
to turn on the dawn
for all living I am leaving behind
to dance in the spirit world