soiled

this land is
too much for one person to hold in it's hand.
like a grain a sand trying to hold the beach.

just a land
maybe

but a land i've ruined with the
piss and shit of memory's accuracy.

roads and stories are each one
marked with fire, collapse,
and a naive heart

just a land

like europe or australia, or hell

but i'm just a dog
marking earth
so i know, if i return,
where i've been

thats the part about manifest destiny
no one ever mentions

go west young man
be dirty be young

and soil all the land with you