Janus's World

Meth house,

Meth house,

In the sun.

Do you belong to anyone?

The streets smoke

With ash and soot.

From the human impact,

Marks left from the booted foot.

Rabbit’s crossing

Through the street.

With random assortments

Of many creature’s feet.

Coyotes roam

In packs like gangs.

So familiar to us people,

We give them names.

Watching the roads

As they twist and they turn,

Vultures fly high above,

Feeding on animals that didn’t learn.

That the road crosses

The cactus and Palo trees.

That they aren’t safe on their own land,

With the mice and the fleas.

The needles of cactus

Burn into our skin,

Just like the sun.

No one can run and no one can win.

Sharp needles prick feet

Of children running through the dirt.

Calloused feet from the desert,

It doesn’t even hurt.

We all carry arms,

That bang and pierce.

Out in the west,

We’re trained to be fierce.

Ready to protect

Each other and our land.

Out here in the desert and near the Moutain,

We do what we can.

There’re ups and there’re downs,

Here in Janus’s Land.

Two faces of a world,

We weather and don’t understand.