Soft rain slides off silo wall

grain colored memory stained

pink

bloody head on pavement

he stands looking down at him

head crack and wishes

head crack

hoping

he won't get up again

won't touch him

again

the rain will never make it

all run clear

The silo will always be empty of

grain

full of gut ache and sadness

He says to me

I can't trust men

they can't be around my daughter

they may be sick

you never can tell

which ones deserve to slide

a broken twig

from the top of the silo

Do you remember

I hoped he was dead

yeah I remember

we were little

too little to understand

I like being full grown

so I can

understand that it wasn't

our fault

Then why does it still scare me