Stranger (edit 2015 09 19)

Weather,
eaten,
brow hunched,
back to us all.

The winds battered,
life,
from,
winced,
meats,
or plates of.

These have seen,
rough road,
mind barking,
twice as loud as his dogs.

This man is a broken apparition,
a form of,
intuition.
A glimpse into,
or back to,

you all.