Dreams of candy # Claine Keily 137

All the broken down tack
I left along this highway
is a sign to all
not of the times
I fell destitute
but of how we are
all
withered
in the shadow of
the institute of capital
the shine taken off our hair
and fingernails
each night
and the hours stolen
from times with
friends, children
and our animals
to tar this road
fuelled with dreams of candy
with specks of rice
and sands barbaric