Dusty Roads

O'er bridge and field
I have come.
Over memories
Old and young.

I've seen so many
Leave a trace
Of life. For them
It was a race.

No end in sight
There is for me.
From this vantage
I can see

People coming.
Then they go,
While I stand stalwart
Because I know

I'm staying here,
While they drift by.
Within this room
I am a fly,

Watching, hearing
What they do.
Lot's of living
Passing through.

Yet for me, there is no rush.
No revelations forth to gush.
I'm like a redwood or an oak
Each ring a lifetime with you folk.

I've seen so much,
That I could tell
Who helped him up,
When Jesus fell.

Heard Abe's throat clear
At the address
Of Gettysburg
In the after mess.

I've watched them landing
On the moon
From the tv tent
Of my platoon.

You smirk and tell me
You've seen enough.
You smug, self-righteous
Powder puff.

I should have left you
Along the route,
Muttering mama
To taste the boot

That put a hole
Where time goes through
And left a dusty
You Know Who.


8/24/20
ZONE S1E24