Diminishing

You, firefly
Danced over my head
In disfigured circles
Cascading into contrast incessantly
In these hours of longing
And now that winters come
I lie on the cold floor,
When I tire.

“I miss you in my books.”

Wandering

Sitting next to me, your naked soul
Teaches me cruelty
My night spent in reminiscent thoughts
Thinking or not thinking
Recollecting, picking from dust
Your dead words
But dreaming,
Owing to the breeze and
Our destitution

Unpresidented.

Say wha?

My Land

Perhaps it would make more sense
If I said
It is a cold night,
For its simplicity,
It is a cold night.

The nudity of this towering structure,
Built of profound cruelty,
And of cement lying too close.
Mouth to skin,
The palpability of the wind,
Redemption too busy,
Love too far off in the distance.
Feeble enough for its novelty to be obsolete.
What did it leave one with?
Words.
Words, always belonging but never
Strung together the way of a weeping murder,
Ravens,
Flung to the sky,
A perfect kettle.
And beneath, these bodies,
Farmer, miner, labourer,
Wives, children,
Listless, orphaned, wandering forever.

I cursed you only then
For it to be late now,
For you to find me a burden,
Incessant and yours alone.
You knew always how,
I,
Never wandered
Into anyone's existence
Aimlessly
As you did mine.

Prayer

I shall never lie,
Like a dead pigeon,
Shamelessly, not cooing away,
Not being heard, or being told
To keep shut.

I shall never arrive
Like an empty battleship
Bringing home numerous
Flawed questions and
Sailors,
Half dead, more wounded
Within me.

I shant ever tick endlessy
Like an hour needle,
Often stuck, mostly
Repeating insanity
By definition,
In an endless cycle.

Never will I bear any atrocity,
Never shall I fear a man,
Never could I live in doubt

Bound by nothing, I shall be
And if someone did question

'Woman, whose injustice? What for?'

I shall utter,

'It's none of your business
I'm not here to fight you.'

Gift, tonight

I loved you with every song in my heart,
As the cold evening licked your tired flesh,
I waited till it descended upon me.
I thought for smaller moments, how singular beings, we,
Meshed into the same entity.
There was no you, no running, no sunset
No stopping, no I.
My fingers coiled against your arm,
Ear against shoulder.
This nearness never enough.
A hum of these modest, naked trees in autumn.
A desperate wind, whispering
I, for you
Here, forever.

Here's An Honest Warning, Neighbour

An unsettling cloud of dust,
Will swerve past and I will,
See your shadow loom somewhere
In the wind.
Mother would nearly faint of anxiety,
When she wouldnt be able to reach me and,
A dog will howl into the endless night,
My sister would be faraway, weeping
In the black rain staring at your corpse.

Not knowing whether to wipe herself
When she reaches home.

Or to let anguish fall into mother's lap
Free, and entire,
Hear her shriek
Of mad company.

...

The rain has a sound
That slowly
Pushes off a distant cliff,
These things and I
Hear
A faint thud.