Watching you die, separated by glass Every second passed Every day died in the silence and nothing was left Nothing was left Hearing you weep for the sunlight Never more to rest Perched like morning dew and shining on your skin Nothing was left You were only a child When you found your mother dying I don’t know how you could have survived Without being obliterated in the light But I suppose you were stronger than I But neither of us ever said goodbye Look me in the eyes and tell me honestly, can you promise me That they knew we loved them? I would set fire to every world And rip from the sky every star If it meant I could tell you If it meant I could save you I would poison every ocean And reduce to ashes every forest If it meant I could tell you Just how much I loved you They will sharpen that pause to a knife Cutting open your cloven age lines Every black tongued birthmark carved From it’s parasitic place in your eyes Like something that never happened Like an indescribable absence That was and wasn’t and never was Like a sleep that never comes I would set fire to every world And rip from the sky every star If it meant I could tell you If it meant I could save you I would poison every ocean And reduce to ashes every forest If it meant I could tell you Just how much I loved you We are experiments Sent to the edge of the human experience We feed on the precipice We feed on impermanence Memorized pain What lines, in sand, remain? Lines of blood and water And a fate line in it’s unmaking With our feet in the soil In the fields of Ḥaqel ‘addam Where beckon us hanging trees Calling on alms and rosaries Vestigial burials creep Turning about on their hooves Reticent lessons and laws Mimicking all that is lost And she’s been sleeping 13 years And never once alone Cause every time she shuts her eyes She thinks of all the days they took from him And every little crease along the sheets Creates a grave, a place a body’s meant to be And every frame is empty on the walls In that house that is a carcass of a family And I am sick with the glass eyed knowledge That I will be at war with my body for the rest of my life And the sympathetic truth I am most scared to face Is that I will survive We are blighted like the leaves, buried in the shadow of intransitive love Withering silently, sick with our silver prosthetic Awaiting our coagulate funeral, dust to the earth as it was And the spirit will return to the Gods who gave it I would set fire to every world And rip from the sky every star If it meant I could tell you If it meant I could save you I would poison every ocean And reduce to ashes every forest If it meant I could tell you Just how much I loved you There is something on the outside There is something on the outside There is something on the outside There is somewhere on the outside There is somewhere on the outside Where you will be waiting for me And I will be haunted By every day that I could have been kinder There is somewhere on the outside A garden that will always be autumn And you are there, waiting to see me I can’t wait to see you again