On the coast everything is a little broken
The island is always in a state of disrepair
Few people are from it
If they are,
Their parents definitely weren't
Cold coastal coasts
Are full of people fleeing from the past
Must be the breeze or the brown tall grass
It's home though
To those with none
Guess that's why I fit in
William Bolyard spent over 10 years as a US Army infantryman. He is the author of Sober Man’s Thoughts, and most recently, Demons in the Taillights. You can follow him on IG here. Listen to our Savage Wonder podcast episode with him here.
