I Wore Out The Soles Of My Brother's Shoes Poem by Alexej Savreux

I wore out the soles of my Brother’s shoes
We were forced to walk home in our naked feet.
Beating the ground, it was our fair feet against the trodden Earth.
By the time we reached civilization, our feet were bloodied with
experience and tumult.
Our emptiness only worsened by a starry sky in which all tragedies
were temporarily reversed-
...glancing up through the threatening branches into God’s face -
I stared him down and made him feel for what he had done.