Grain Of Salt Poem by Dillon Gay

Deep sun-gaze, holes in her eyes
Water-logged theory, light to the flies
Dying relief, soon to scurry
My soul is burning, pass in a hurry

Week four is done, time to start over
Heavy glow staining, playing red-rover
Of everything I thought could be
Rolling in the sky, pouring the sea

Explain every ending of this holocaust
Genocide never had any thought
But to the one created here today
Lighting the door to a better way

Flying kite, calming wind
Picking from a tree, original sin
Driving force, kick the door in
Contemplate mercy, the could've been

Month closes, end of cycle
Failed punchline, creatures cackle
Nails dulled down to a crisp
Nothing could've amounted to all of this

Explain every ending of this holocaust
Charity never had any fault
But the one created here to day
Lighting the door to a better way

Shrouded faces, unending drama
Barren wasteland, neutered llama
Wind-carried echoes, rustling trees
Night-owl hunts, early-bird sleeps

Critic climax, the unending
Missed call, message sending
Drying supply from a fountain
Blowing wind against a toppling mountain

Explain every ending of this revival
Charity never had any call
But the one created here today
Lighting the door to a better way