—ETERNITY IS AN AWFULLY LONG TIME

                                         The Honor of Surrender

This was another day the sun cursed, her scalding lashes unstitching our green skins, peeling back the armors of protection.  What you don’t see can kill you, in one form or another.  No one’s laughing if everyone’s starving.  No one’s ignoring the instructions of artifice.  Notice the hands are all taken, the future ruptured or forged while the wagon rusts right along with us, making it six barren souls, dutiful but damned.