What They Had Come For
her curled hands numb as a tin cup
against her cheeks as icy water
runs down the over-heated skin
her curled hands numb as a tin cup
against her cheeks as icy water
runs down the over-heated skin
you stood close to the boy, bored,
looking off into the vanishing point
we stand in profile perfectly still
against the bulletin board
You kneel at the stream
to drink from your hands.