| There is a time to bay And a time belay all the things that kill your soul. You do not know the give of carpet on stairs And how long your body will bleed You never used everything you had Then swore you'd never use it again You never breathed the stench of sweat And saw flesh made sin. When did you cradle a child you never saw? Do not condemn abstracts till their introusive, sweet breath is on your neck. Once, with a barrel in my mouth, I watched the sun set. I realized that it would rise the next day, whether or not I was here for it. Better to see it rise than not. |