they were the smoke

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!"