Til Tuesday 03/01/16
Submitted by hecate on Tue, 03/01/2016 - 6:43amwe left before daybreak on a buckskin and a roan
past tall shivering pines where mockingbirds moan
past dark cabin windows where eyes never see
across the blue mountains to the allegheny
The humans are coming apart. Literally. It is like "I Fall To Pieces," or "She's Come Undone." Only worse.