JOE KALBHENN

OMAHA

My legs are so cold
I can’t say where I am
Is that me bruised and beaten
Lying bloodied in the sand

Fire burns around me
Lighting on my face
I’m forced to watch my embers
Floating into space

That pain I felt, it’s not so bad
Starting now to fade
The ocean’s creeping up on me
I think I’ll float away