So that a mighty god from your bosom
Might be dislodged
You forget yourself
In the echoes
Through the walls at night
Houses breathe here
Like their inhabitants
Uneasy and for blissful seconds
Sometimes not at all
Did you hear me when I whispered
You wouldn't be looking for me
If you hadn't found me
a devil disheveled
a worm unearthed
At odds with
Everything he's not
This is what ache looks like
For a home you can never have
Like love you will know
Only by the hollow it leaves
This is how rivers work
For a man that makes lakes
In the mountains and
Tributaries in the swamp
Roads of gold or bone
We walk them both alone
Through the grief
Before the feast and
The ash we all make
Weapons ready and
Healed of indifference
Familiar bedfellows to the pain
We chose
When words meant something