one

A pile of books
but only one blank
A pencil and itching fingers

Can you feel it?

That place where innocent hands tip over the ice cream truck
where babies are pierced and scarred

that's where you'll feel it.
Can you see it?
Can you see the blood?

that blood; its everywhere
that life?

yeah, its shattered too.

the baby?

its gone.

that next room is full
occupied by lust
the voices rising
the beer cans rattling

a glance and i'm taken

thrust into a world of big lights and over sized sodas
bundles and bees

yeah
its over now