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Why? What have they done? |
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Who has the culprit crossed and forced in another year? |
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Why have some gone, but we are still here? |
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Sitting in a circle of clouds. Enforced. |
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Upon my head. Above my eager eyes. |
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Misplaced. My mind abandoned. Seized to substance. |
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Abused in months of excess. Heat flashes of memory. |
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Breathing in good health. To stop the nightly excess. |
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Pounding on the walls of the temple. Beside the cross. |
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Bury me in the bay. Tempt me with throated swords no longer. |
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Oh, I am weary. I am tired. Tired of leaping. |
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Collections of caskets. I am lurking death. |
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AN ANIMAL. A curse to myself. |
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Harms way for those I cherish. |
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Done. Forced in light. |
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Versed, as the child, on and on. |
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I am home. |
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I am home. |
