Sacrifice

Hand on the soft pilot.
That clammy, thwarted mountain

Burned of all it's precious balance.
Let me put it another way:

Get in my way and I'll kill you.

Urgency

Urgency, as in
Front lines

Which supplies
Refresher sights:

Ordinary people
Doing their jobs.

It's necessary.
I'm grateful.

I don't.

[Parking lot, after lot]

Parking lot, after lot
After lot.

Somehow they say to me:
"We are your sons and daughters.

Our expanses are your legacy."
Every day they say to me:

"Brush off your snow."
Before the stain sets.