“Mark of the Young” by Dylan Sanders


I dream of you curled
In disappointment
Umbilical cord
A headphone jack
Wrapping once around the waist

 

Sliding on your back
Through the window
You exit

 

I hear stories
How people wept at Dimebag’s funeral
A piano chorus
A river of black shirts
The way you imagine it
Basically

 

Sprays of sadness
Doused the crowd
Sprinklers of pig blood
As a crack was heard
Startling god

 

I never saw the wave
That crashed
Into the stage
Tore the gunman’s limbs
His face from his hands
Skin from his bone
Salting the dirt with
His jealousy

 

When the news said Jeff Hanneman had died
I thought of how you would react
We all thought
The band would no longer exist
Out of respect

 

For 30 years he inspired
Crowds of sweating
Youth
Muscles pressing into muscles
Elderly
Cobwebs in their sallow bones

 

To bleed elbows with
Chests Faces
Molding them

 

Synonymous pile
Expression of life
Unattainable without
Imagery of death

 

You would react with shouts of protest
Lurking sadness
Serpent in crawlspace
Hide yourself in the dark of your room

 

Your favorite t-shirt
Torn from your body

 

You would bury it
Deep in the woods
As tribute
Their logo bleeding
Bright red through the earth
Before jumping into the nearby lake

 

You would swallow a mouthful of water to cleanse yourself

 

No one talks about how they found you

 

A flag draped over your strong body
No longer a shirt
Black blanketing allegiance
Your arms resting on glass
You mix with the earth

 

I almost saw you a week before
When we would have said goodbye
Without really meaning anything

 

I drive out of boredom
Tired
Singing along
Songs with a car of friends
Full volume
It stopped me from seeing you lying there

 

The officer told us
You’ll have to go back
We asked him what happened
Wondered all the way home

 

Out of sympathy for us
His voice on the verge
Of cracking
He said

Please go home

 

 

 

 

 

Dylan Sanders has lived in Illinois his entire life. He is a graduate of Millikin University with a Bachelor’s degree in creative writing. His dream career is to write video game script for Blizzard Entertainment. He has an obsession with doing Christopher Walken impressions. He has an unquenchable thirst for metal music. He has written articles for Thecirclepit.com and Nerdglow.com and has published a graphic novel.  facebook.com/Dylan.Colonel.Sanders