And we fall

Like daises in a field

we fall

we fall like promises that slip off a necklace

like dogs that lie cold in the mud

the mud that’s like dark rain

it mixes with our tears and those of the sky

and it beautifies our blue eyes when we lay in it

makes our fallen blood take on a darker hue

when we fall

our moaning in fever heating up the beds

our arms and legs and torsos clawed

by mans hatred

personified

into the bang of a gun

some of us lack legs

and eyes

and arms

and the ability to stand and not cry

but our masters lack hearts

they send us to become some gruesome painting of their victory

as if our blood

can truly write the word “conquered” on the daisies

when we collapse onto them

when we fall.