the ruins

I am like the wildebeest in your dreams

Search the ruins for my ghost

There you will find me

        flesh and blood returned

                digging through the rubble for my ancestors

My nails bend and break

I bleed from fingers that cannot move the rubble

Flesh is not stone

Not today

Time leaves me here

        trying to remember why I came back

Was it the hot gray stones, pockmarked by loneliness?

Or was it my tears?

Why did I come back?

Flesh and blood under red sun

I am wanting to forget this un-home

© zaji, 2016