Written by: Dominic Amezimi

They go the way they come
the way that would always make tears drop
silently, or with a wail
by the air, or by that they left behind

they go the way they come
toothless and helpless; all, but not their heart
strong, willed so promising
without the strength of their hands and feet

illogical, unreal
all the thoughts that thriftily pass their minds
unversed to us, "normalized"
squarely straight to us like in algebra

they go the way they come
without asking, nor with permission
and thus, this blood, this tear
would always flow, like cold rain, drip
today, the next, the rest

they chose to go just how they came