i am the soldier, br crying in his helmet. br i am the gas pump, br guarded by guns. br i am the foreclosed house, br weeping and vacant. br i am the oil rig, br convicted of murder. br i am the big truck, br parked in disgust. br i am the nursing home, br with grave like beds. br i am the field, br unplowed and untended. br i am the bowl, br filled with empty. br i am the boots, br left by the door. br i am the ache, br the want and the need. br i am the hand, br reaching for your breast. br i am the paper, the pen, br the letter never written. br i am the empty bed, br beneath the willow tree. br i am the darkness, br that comes and devours.