words as weapons

In a moment in the sky
there were birds
and insects,
I was laughing
as I ran
into the grass...

there were no statues there
there was a sense of quiet
though I could not hear it
the field shrugged its shoulders
and laughed

I cannot hold my breath
while you build an empire
cannot be the unknown civilian
In this game of cat and mouse

words worked all his life
words as weapons, laughed off
the next day would come again,
his comfort was the pain of confirmation
a life of toil
in a bed of shallow soil

So now in silence
why he waits alone
the bed is wide and vapid
when empty
and do I even care?
Do I even care?