cowbel alley

O pascal,
groan like a wolf after the grey blood spills
into it's cold dirt.
The sun comes easing over the slope slickslow,
rolling us under it's breast.
This pool of sand is my home.
I am relieved.The coyotes cry like tortured women at night.
My father brought us here. He sleeps.
My hair is heavy, he says we'll find a shower soon.
We're all a shade of dust.Mom is tired.
Dad says the war is coming.
They'll draft little girls, me.
I have a plan for escape.
I haven't met anyone my age since I was ten.