Elena

Is this really the case, to ask for reasons why, his place of shame, glazed by loss and show, he beats out his time, nowhere else to go, soaked on an swampy main, desolate in his cry, he always tries to detail, what I need to know, no longer beats the sky, wooden box or one-way blow, when he jumps jail, boxcar irons safe to climb, he says it can’t fail, his lips won’t go, near his sweetheart’s ties, witness the gentle furrow, no easy way to fake, what hurts him deep inside, takes it to his grave, eyes open wide.