dead space

dead space

on a trail bend
high on a ridge,
we set up the gun.
a thin fire zone
we could fill with the end
of everything.

coming or going
they were as good as dead.

we waited all night.

before dawn
there were voices.
we turned them inside out.

everything in the world
happened there in the dark.


light came.
there were blood trails.
somewhere men were dying.

the sun was very hot
when we picked up
everything we had
and moved across the mountains.