The red, splattered, feathers are falling
Trace down the windows...
These are the words
If I was heart-dizzy, then I meant them...
Colour leach between lines,
Ink is that...
Many, many aeons ago Sol was modest and the stars...
They glowed amongst his brilliance...
I was conceived in
A flurry of paper and ink...
He steps from the icy grip of Winter and into
the cool waters of Spring...
Pure voice of a child
Calls me from within...
I don't want your lies,
Save your tears for them...
Tell Mother I've gone to marry a man with green...
Green as as the ocean...
I love the way,
You say my name...
The son of a carpenter,
No flesh nor bone...
The tombstones
lined neatly in expectant rows...