March 1989

looking back

from this place

I now find myself at

I see foreboding towers

dark

in the light of day

but behind me

with many others

older

about the road I took

standing there

dark and silent

places of death

I’ve narrowly passed

massive mountains crumble

others thrusting high

my roadway alters

what is

changes

time moves

dust deepens

life goes on