3-11-03

3-11-03

Too weak to lift a pen
To type an emotion
And too strong to remain calm.
Shudder in this feeling of mine.
Shudder.

Fire and people are dancing
The people dance when the fire can’t
And the fire dances when

Shudder another tear.
Cut another corpse
And sleep amongst them.
They’re colder than snow
But they insulate better
And isolate better.

Tongues are holding words
And clothes are holding bones
Yet so many people are naked.

Smell the chemistry of death.
Carbon monoxide and salty tears.
Hold the anguish for the living.
Hold the sweat and breadcrumbs.

The sky fell down.
And hell fell up.
And God judges harsher than we.
Stare into the eyes that hate you
That hate you.
Understand.
Then return the favor.