The End of a Journey

days break hands
in pieces lies a home.
you never could forget
the blues in darkest tone

there's a gap that strikes death.
in alabama backyards foam
of memories from yesterday
and you're chewing on a bone.

those outlived flags flap in the wind
a poison and a lie
made by your next of kin
expecting you to die.

and you find yourself in shatters
on the other side of oceans.
get away. it screams and patters
in the dark back of your skull.

one last nod to your friends
and your family as well.
they ask you "where?"
and you just answer "hell".

on afternoons at beaches
far away from home
stink of purity and preachers
carving tombstones from their bones

you packed all your things
little boxes full of junk.
sprung from promises
that you safe kept in your trunk.

you put them on shelves 
and labeled them. quite nice.
however worthless now to millions
and trashed unrecognised.