I outline a house with a roof of grey tiles
Scribble the lawn with a dry tree, scarce grass
Shadow background hills, smudge a faint sky
Rustic etching in the tree reveals names
My memory-shaded brother, and me
Maybe this is suicide. I decide that on the roof
I'll engrave memorials of where we sat
I carve an X in the dirt with an axe
Hack the tree down
Draw a ladder
To the crusted, broken walls
I imagine I'll ascend the crooked steps
Stake the picture on the roof with the axe
Throw my body to the ground
Leave the house paper-white
3rd revision
I outline a house with a roof of grey tiles
Scribble the lawn with a dry tree, scarce grass
Shadow background hills, smudge a faint sky
Rustic etching in the tree reveals names
Of my memory-shaded brother, and me
Maybe this is suicide. I decide that on the roof
I'll engrave memorials of where we sat
In the dirt I'll carve an X with an axe
Hack the tree down
Draw a ladder
To the crusted, broken walls
I imagine I'll ascend the crooked steps,
Decide to stake the picture on the roof with the axe,
Throw my body to the ground,
Leave the house paper-white
2nd revision
I outline a house beneath grey tiles
Scribble the lawn with a dry tree, scarce grass
Shadow some background hills
Rustic etching in the tree reveals names
Me and my brother, memory-shaded
Maybe this is suicide. I decide that on the roof
I'll engrave memorials of him
In the dirt I'll carve an X with an axe
Hack the tree down
Draw a ladder
To the crusts of an ugly stone wall
Throw my body to the ground
Leave the house paper-white
1st revision
I outline a house beneath some tiles
Scribble the lawn with a dry tree, scarce grass
Rustic etching in the tree reveals two names
Brothers shadow-shade background hills
Maybe this is suicide. I decide that on the roof
I'll engrave memorials of that dead relative
In the dirt I'll carve an X with an axe
Hack the tree down
Draw a ladder up
To the crusts of an ugly stone wall
Throw my body to the ground
Leave the house paper-white
original
I outline a house beneath some tile
Tree is dry, grass is scarce
Etch the tree with rustic names
Shadow-shade background hills
Maybe this is suicide. I decide on the roof
I'll engrave a vile sketch of a dead relative
In the dirt I'll carve an X with an axe
Hack the tree
Draw a ladder
To the crusts of an ugly stone wall
Throw my body to the ground
Leave the house paper-white
I'll be happy to accept any ideas for the title. I deleted my notes.
