|
| estrangement | |
| she lays me down gently, | |
| her ragdoll she won't soon | |
| pick up anymore, | |
| and drown me in silence | |
| the confused, feverish journey | |
| from which | |
| I don't know I'll return; | |
| and each day | |
| the skies wear | |
| the gray cloaks of dark inquisition | |
| into the shivering souls | |
| cowering for mercy, for warmth | |
| a glimpse of a heavenly light; | |
| I wander wordless, my | |
| lips clenched stubborn in silence, | |
| armored in rags, sheltered | |
| by cardboard, pillars of bridges | |
| the piss-covered walls, tonight's alley, | |
| compare memories of me | |
| to the shuffling, wild-glaring | |
| reeking reflection in windows. | |
| I laugh loudly inside, | |
| tempted, the next time | |
| to howl | |
| in no language… | |
| © Jon Bohrn (1999) |
