Latex Masks Up

Latex masks still down

 

the dew of guilt on our foreheads

the dim amber of the city’s night

the dutiful roar of the unmarked van that entombs us

the vacant stares we make out of the windows

the unsuspecting faces that cling to us

the streetlights that move by too quickly

the worms trapped under our skin

the silence that screams after us

the photographs sometimes held in our gloves

the songs we played in better times

the shining tools we look away from

the ghosts of those we must meet

the families we imagine for them

the louder thoughts we drown with muttered reasons

the lives we should have lead instead

 

the forgiveness we need for the things we must do

 

Pray for us

Latex masks up