Infections (The Imagery is Amazing)

You all are like so many infections
Poisoning the body of my small town
A symptom of damage that confuses the mind
Fog that eventually clears
The scars on land or on skin
Heal but stay visible
After all these things we have done

The park
The graves
The air mattress
The empty floor
The restaurant
The smoke
The moving picture
The balcony
The ring
The innocence
The sea in the morning
The tiara
The love
All that I love...

Maybe I am a matchbook
Maybe I am only legs to you
The mistakes I have made are mine and not yours
And the book you each read into
Changes slightly by the eye
All of you hold a piece
None of you have a whole
And I think you would rather keep it that way

You blow by like feathered seeds from a child’s ecstatic breath
And the imagery is amazing
If only for a moment
A lover can only hope
Where a fighter can only try
What of those of us caught in between?

One leg on either side
One tear loaded with emotion
To bomb this tiny country
This tiny place of birth
To an even more insignificant beauty
That everyone will take a part of and enjoy for a time
But no one will ever come to appreciate
And none of us will ever really know
More specifically, you