Saturday, August 12, 2006

Our First Story

It was quiet after entrances
into white light,
hello's and tears.
We will take you all home
now where you will
grow sated and unknowing.

They smothered all the wolves
and closed the doors.
It was warm inside,
we walked barefoot
in the streets.

It came one day after
we forgot how to play emperor
and had begun
to notice all the blood.

He was shoved into the back
of a police car with a hand on the top
of his head,
roll cameras.

They knew, to look at
our pale faces.
They knew the betrayal
and their eyelids held a steady line.
Their mouths could
form no apology.

Welcome again,
we know you are frightened
but so are we.
Gather what you can
from curfews and parades
and then set out.
Do not come back.
The doors
will close
behind you.
I expected to make some sprawling, pseudo-poetic blog opus about the end of high school, moving out, the beginning of college, all of that. But it's too much to try to fit into my inadequate little words.

I think it would all summarize into something like "be nice to each other and be nice to yourselves."

Ultimately, all I feel when I look back is "well shit, it is what it is." Time to make something new.