West Virginia

Some control the rising
While some lean on the fallen
The looming daylight
Even leans
On the fading sheet of the night
The little child
Leans on his mother's caring hands
As he feeds
And suckles her tender breasts
But what of those who look up to the sun
What if it bleaks out
As sudden as it shines
On the rubles
Of this broken heartland...
           # it's just a vision and fading lights#