Gone

Gone

I descend a hill of carved white stones
Down to a town I once thought home
People speak a language I can’t
Don’t appear to see me

Never strolled a city that’s also a ghost
I find where I think my house once was:
Every inch of landscape broken and bare
Nothing that stood stands

Didn’t expect the stars to come kill us
Small ones we made but can plan on their own
Bursts of light ripping holes in the air
No one could breathe
Sky, earth, water
Now who can tell the difference?

Home’s where you go when everything’s gone
I number among the living yet
Perhaps should go lie on that white cross hill