After

The only faith we kept

after the bomb dropped

was love.

They burned me.

They cut you.

But still we stand, free men

in a world

that seeks to rob us of

our inalienable rights

(plus the canned peaches in the truck)

We look for water

that runs cold and fast.

Afterwards,

you sleep in the shade of Denver,

Colorado

eyelids rolling restlessly.

Do you dream of the bakery

where we played at hate?

Never dreaming of the evil to come,

or the love,

forced out of us

for survival,

and sanity's sake.