walking upon the empty streets of the corpse of a town buried under the silk cover of the clouded night's sky blessed by the insomnia of the wind that cradled the crows in their sleep as I climbed through the old cemetery up the hill where I sat on the railroad still exhausted by the abuse from an old steam locomotive recently retired as my gaze was drawn to the valley before me where I now saw the barren empty lands where livestock once roamed its void only accentuated by the cold white light from a lone lamppost as the wind went to bed and all was quiet for a moment I sat there and wantingly waited waited and waited until it dawned and I was Home