Hey
look how slowly
it all goes
but the years are short
as the moon and the sun light the sky
I gather mine things and burn them
yes
books and papers
maybe too
furnishings and memories
all the lies that obstruct my life
all the goods that obstruct my vision
that is rust
smoke lingers on the ruins
you know how it feels
to warm your hands
in the ashes of burnt homes
hey
look how slowly
it rains again
dust upon the years
perhaps these murdering hands seek
a head to caress and feel worldly gravity
that is rust