Beyond cracked-corneas and dirty-glass wars
beyond the occasional birthmark of an oasis
such thirsty soldiers wasted on creed,
there is the perfection of sand,
that covers up pooling blood.
Sandals and bone, and of course–the wheel–
will be all that’s left above the cracks.
But my son, too young for battle and hum,
keeps tracing the limbs of the human form
wishes to redefine the geometries
of his personal space and mine.
Kyle Hemmings lives and works in New Jersey. His latest collections of poetry/prose are Future Wars and Split Brain, both on Amazon Kindle. He loves 50s Sci-Fi movies, manga comics, and pre-punk garage bands of the 60s.