Get Lost from Aluminum 6 by ALUMINUM 6

“Road Ends Here” - it said.
You carry on instead,
Ticks crawling through your sweat -
Waist deep in briars.

Graves on a hill ahead
Over the riverbed,
You wonder if the dead
Hear the water below.

Bow your head.

All their names worn away
And you forget how to pray,
But it’s such a perfect day to get lost.

The sun gets to highest high
And then says its long goodbye.
Don’t tell the dragonflies -
They’re doing their best.

Red brick gleams through the weeds,
A chimney above the trees,
The windows are broken
But you knock at the door.

Bow your head.

And everything will soon decay,
So hurry up - come out and play,
It’s such a perfect day to get lost.

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