Dreams Left Lain on a Front Lawn

In my mind I used to dream

Face down in the morning street

The nightmare's calling back to me

From a house that no one sees.

There's a demon picking in my head

Placing images that I can't shed

Its shrilling reigns atop a fence

In a yard where no one enters

Chances are it's haunting me

In the times that I used to sleep,

Bending over you—bending over me,

Pecking late nite at quilted screams

A decaying dog, a crumbled brick,

The grass it grows over them

A soldier's only happy when they're dead

The silted earth my body gives

The grassen roots take me in

At the place where the laying shifts

Deeper down in shadow mist

I reside, where it lives.

The dirt has sunk where it stood,

Where it feasts on coffin wood.