Garen Zakarian

They live behind the tree line
where rivers run into the spongy ground of soaking time
Where molds consume the sounds of those
who live behind the tree line past the fence
Behind the tree line past the fence
one reads the flashy signs warning
DO NOT COME NEAR
if you do
you're here to stay
Behind the tree line past the fence
silence resides
spreading its icy breath
across the field of crushed
rock and abandoned lead
Behind the tree line past the fence
beyond the silent sands there
hides canned outrage in the caves
If you're just passing by
Behind the tree line you'll find nothing … if you
just look, look and not see
As time grows old and sands get tired
the trees will grow the trunks will thicken
before you take another look and dare to see
behind the tree line past the fence
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