Away

Like a dirty novel
On the long ride in
The creaking of the wheels
Calls to me

And I can see the wolves
Even I can see the wolves
Yet another, dull delight
Of no control

I’ve been away

After an hour of omissions
The ground moving so slow and discrete
And owls forming lines of division
In the skies
The sketch of no man’s
Off brand urgency

I’ve been away

I can sense your unbound violence
Living in your untamed silence
I can feel your unknown power
Sleeping till the final hour

I’ve been away