they were the smoke -
the smoke
that calm down
peeking out
of the eternal hole
to see
if the spike of wheat is standing
god gathers their ripe hearts
as if from a tree
above the ground
an old journey awaits them
across a field of naked fireflies
with gunshot wounds
they will return to the house
with a premonition
that mom will quarrel
\"You took jam again without permission!
look, you\'re dirty!\"