An Evening at Sawyer’s Gate
Copper greened just like a slightly casual hand hiding cards in decks with your former friends. How it happened was a mystery now you’re in trenches digging up at the explanations. The augers and the souls. The fire and the coals. You were warned but you kept going, wondering how far the needle pulled. Living on the wishes of your own thirst but it doesn't phase out when and how. And when met you out at Sawyer’s gate you had the newspaper and ticker tape. Calculated like the math in your eyes. Trenches by the wayside. You’re done running in the same place.