Isis On The Road To Phoenix

So still
So small
So quiet
So easy to miss out there
on the glittering highway
where the sun devils play
in the desert wind.

Nobody even remembers
your brown and happy eyes.

They'll fall apart without you,
but don't let that be your problem.
You're so young, that's why they want you
to take it on your shoulders.

They'll tell you he's your brother,
so it's your obligation,
but your brother, he's in heaven,
he's beyond all help or hurting.

They want to put you in a temple
where the sun can't kiss your cheek.
So walk away from all their grasping,
their hands are slick and sweaty,
there's no loving in their touch.

Stay still
Stay small
Stay quiet
They'll never see you walking,
boot heels tapping softly
on the highway's empty skin.