Laws of the Dead

The law of emptiness takes form Choosing a sight beset by storms A town abandoned by its youth Decaying resentment for any truth I walk recounting every deed Tracing my steps beyond the trees A child hiding underground Trying to talk, but lacking sound His presence pulling at my chords Anger within as I relate the law The silent child turns to walk As lights flicker out, beneath the rock Waking to water at my knees Sadness to see my town besieged All life is taken by this storm The law of the lonely has taken form Stricken by pain beyond my time Holding the laws to calm my mind Recounting how this could have been The closer I look, the more I scream The law of blame now taking form Finding the cause of this deadly storm The quiet child takes my hand A breath of water for this dying man