[ … the day came in water… ]

the day came in water, running strong

down gutters filled with what used to be

hopes.

we sat on steps, we ran on steps,

and all that water only made us

more reckless,

but we weren’t going to follow

any herd anywhere,

because we didn’t believe them,

and we didn’t believe you,

either.

but we found ways to

set the nights on fire,

groups of us,

often only two,

before the day would come

in water

Author: Owen Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure. View all posts by Owen Servant