That’s Not the Way Things Are

The way you are
When you’re with us.
There’s no blame here,
Or should not be,

Since there’s no blame
The way things are,
But blame is yours
And one of us,

So here it is.
That’s not the way
Things are. The blue
Air vets the sun.

The red rocks warm.
The woods burn down.
The towns stack up.
Blame leaps through us.