Treasure Island

Guillermo Veloso

(September 25 1962 / New York City)

Assad The Sandman


Mist came after the thunder
Sleep came to us all
All the children
Lay in a row wrapped in cloth
Like cocoons waiting the butterfly
That would never come
The sandman; his evil eye
Wrapped in smiles and trimmed suit; cold
He came and we slept
Never awakened as you looked on
No one looked, no one saw
Our nightmares run wild in the streets
Sleep peaceful in your bed
The numb and blind always sleep peaceful
You shall always awake from your dream
The sun shall always rise
Morning will always come
But not for us
We shall never wake up
And as we lie side by side
No one looked
No one came
No one cared
We are gone and never return
From the sandman’s sleepy mist

Submitted: Monday, September 02, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 02, 2013

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