I step out into the field again,
one more step after the last.
Chilly air is chewing briskly
words forgotten in the past.
Bodies lay around me, scattered,
getting bigger as I go.
It’s battlefield, but with no battle,
army dead without a foe.
Wind cries, crow with broken throat,
as death is quiet it is loud.
It presses into deadly necklace
air around me – thin and taut.
My eyes meet the eyes of corpses
as I wander down the field.
Something in them shines – I know them?
Knowledge of it leaves me chilled.
Then I realize, with the shudder
– eyes that watch me are my own.
Surrounded by me of past days
I face the new day all alone.
There’s not many of them left
I notice as my feet slow down.
Mist around me thins and flickers
on horizon – rises dawn.
I stop, at my feet lies a body,
last me, me of yesterday.
Its eyes look longingly at sunrise.
I move one foot forwards – into today.