Michael as Sufjan

Verse VI

Once open fields supplanted
by repetitious structures of
activity. Routine rules
the remnants of their
passing while the “crops”
now growing here settle
for existence.

Silence pierced through
with the shrill song
of emergency response
is beaten into submission
by the sheer numbers of
people congregated in
constricted space.

A bullet shot from a
shadowed heart, ends the
dreams of a man not old
enough to know his place
in the world. A family
must now find the means
to continue.

The title of this page should be "Michael attempting to write as Sufjan". Unfortunately, such verbose accuracy does not lend itself well to menu bars and compelling stories…

My apologies, Jim.