War Songs

You're not alive      anymore
   I've lost a life,   time,    you
   sing & lie & roar & hide & cry      disappear in my brain
   & I am waiting        tortured for my soul
   you emptied & hushed & filled with the world.

   I can't sleep like this
   alone with dreamless eyes
   and silent lips that speak like kisses that lie;
   can it end in a day
   can it end ever
   with bargains & deals & contracts
   that go on
   impermanent as existence
   & solid as a rock.

   Give me an axe
   Give me hammers & nails & wheels
   that roll over me a thousand times 
   so that I stand straight & broken
   with no direction          dissected
   with ladders & webs of woven hair


   & still I am bloodless.

   Did you find my vain images
   worthy of your critique
   Thief------------aren't we all.

   Will I ever know you
   like a lump of flesh    so normal & familiar
   I can trace it all with my mental finger
   A shadowy figure     great & small
   I reach into your quiet AWOL emptiness
   My Soldier,  My Lover
   You are still uncanny
   and I,

   I'm still writing war songs.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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