Mississippi Highway

The ache of the land as it rolls

Either side of this Mississippi highway.

Forgotten stories so close

I breath them in, they are still here

Part and parcel.

The Egyptians, the mound builders, the slaves and the masters.

Friends and foes. Conquerers and the conquered.

Neither victims nor victors can find their way.

An open book

An open sore

My heartbroken self, all in one piece.

Isolation. Manhood. Remembering, and not. Two brothers. The tides turn.