Empty Fields

Written by Matthew David Hornyak, Edited by Alex Kabat

Photography by John Condon

I see the sparks from a coil ignite

Catching fire becomes the light

We will be burning through this night-

To Worship

Disconnect the ground from the sky

Destroy the trees, give way to rise

Dig the holes and snap their backs

While we sing-

In worship

The engine dead as we run through the woods

Nothing left but a field

The leaves are wet, from recent rain

Sticks are cleared to form a path

Our sacrifice-

Worse has now been whisked away

Where there once was life

Only spirits remain

So, I dance to this silent waltz

If I stop, I fear I’ll lose my soul

When I do, I’ll grab you too-

so you come with me.