Two Iris Prints

Death will find you
Pleasantly
A rotted tree
In fields of green

Scalding hot skin
The dirt falls off it
I'm not afraid
I'm not afraid of them
I'm not afraid
'Cause I won't know

Scraps of metal
In my hands
I still can't figure out
Who I am

Dark skin, present youth
It's all I can do now
Dark skin, present youth
It's all I can do