The Highwire

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We’re all strung out on the highwire

Like sheets flailing on a clothing line

Cold wind travels over desolate plains

For miles

Just to crash into our feeble bodies

And make our hair raise

That’s all we know

All we will ever know

Is how to be displaced

How to stand in front of the sun

Obscuring nature

And casting shadows

Over her children

Who pray for sustenance as they shrivel and wilt

Peacefully