never quite

understood

visiting back there

looking for something

to find

might make me stay

on that older land

never realising

for a long time

the death hand

they’d birthed me with

spat me out & forgot

this boy growing to man

to visit to know

older places grown frayed

holding memories of

shifting sands

seeing nothing other

than ghosts

waifs & strays

haunting

ancient wastelands

these will never know