Wounded Lands: Lydia

Lydia

Bony hands
He’ll come again
We did him wrong

Distant thunder
Rattle china
The barking dogs

Get some rest now, Lydia
I’ll keep the fire bright till dawn

Suddenly woken
Twig snap shadow
Sweat beads cold

Tear tattoo
Swamp air heavy
Your desperate hold

He was my best friend, Lydia
Forgive me if I dangle torn

Canteen kisses
Left me wailing
Blind and numb

Pinesap cracking
Distant gunfire
Once more the sun

Got to keep going, Lydia
We are so far from being gone