All of Us

All of us eyes
All of us mouths
All of us skin, and hands, and bone, and ears, and blood

And each one to be loved
And love

And each one to be held
And hold

God endlessly echoed

Lent

I lent the Lord my sin
Suspended if not ended
Begin to make amends

But from this fast, fast to
My sins and fast hold
I do not always know

What is good and
What I should
O God

ashes rise too

The Goodbye

No more bodies.
Where is warm?

No more hands.
What do I hold?

No more eyes.
I wish mine weren’t.

No more ears
Without your voice.

I do not want the world
Without you.

It is all sadness
I know Death
If you are gone.

I want no joy
It is a lie
A pretty face
Without yours.

Living Iron

The sky scrapes on concrete, and
The seasons on skyscrapers.

The sun drowns daily in tired wastewater and
Strangers’ unmet eyes.

This wherehouse civilization, made of
Living Iron, all of us

lonely amidst multitudes.

Grafight

Raging, caging page
Blue bars binding
Red line rending

I shut the gray
Of the troubled sky
In you, on you
I dribble, I pour
Leaden reign.

Snow Day!

Snow day: a winter summer.

This Ache

Lungs grated on
Raw, raw air.
How can I breathe this?
I won’t! I won’t.

But my heart beats
Open my mouth.
Gasp only for more.
For more. For more.

We love this ache.