DEPORTEES

Heading west
when east slides into my chest
 see the shadows drawing
pretty tiny moments
only to be crushed by a jealous
desires ranting movements

sit very still she says
keeping your death humble in every vein
mother went
dripping scented oils
all along the invested road

Dirty polluted shrouds
hanging on broken flagging poles
creased the flesh gathers its final charge
hidden behind the cyclops
suicide is harvesting inside

Photographs in the ironies plastic casket
was life only thinner then
deserted deserts
collide in mercury 

a prayer is crawling
the words were chosen
tear gas is falling
humanity is frozen
as deadly rocks
chip away