What I Do Best

Where did you go and how did it flow From dark camps into mission statements Triggers arrive like bullets fly Around my head and thru embankments Tussle and stare down the evil at hand Rivers bending around deserted land Fires burning from within my chest Because you have come marching home Yet marching home is what I do best It’s what I do best Rootless and impressed by The damage that’s incurred by The nightly dance of fingers pressed Into the flesh that’s healed by All that’s dressed and ready Just to be left on standby Waiting for you to come Marching home Now waiting is what I do best It’s what I do best