Dis

~ Harlan Didrickson 

They’re all dead
or distant or
disgruntled I suppose 
maybe even disappointed 
or disgusted too
but I did
what I had 
to do could 
when I can
and what’s left 
is wasteland awash 
with trampled dreams 
soaking in the 
blood of hope
foolish these things 
are these campaigns 
but such is 
folly of men