One At A Time

There are days
The breeze stirs
Just enough to remind me
Of its presence
The sun caresses
Our dirty city
With long hot fingers
That I love
To hate
So I hide myself
In a cave
And there I wait
For my cloudy day

There are days
I no longer
Tolerate the broken bottles
Survey markers
The barbed wire
In our eyes
Stringing up souls
Stringing them up
One at a time

There are days
When I forgive myself
And you
Because I know
There will never be
Enough time
Bullets or friends
To get started
Let alone
Do the job right