the homeless have now found homes and those homes would be our hearts (if we had any)

walden freeman

we've been trained
to track the bomb
that hits the horizon
every evening
pens more powerful
than any swords
aren't drawing
any blood
anymore than
we were born
without hearts
but with reasons
to stay behind

we washed our eyes
in city water
and never wished
our wells goodbye

tonight ends today
but begins tomorrow