Multifariously desisting
Licking his wounds he
Rips the facade out of his eyes
Dances on the table
Stumbling off into the
Unexpected arms of
A welcoming and loving
Ground that only wants
To be a cold comfort
Rather not scream
Out loud getting
Ourselves into more
Trouble but wouldn’t
It be satisfactory to
Hear some delicious
Calls from the wild
Beckoning out of the dark
Hollow to love us
Without haunting us
In such a way that
A payback has yet to
Return knocking at the
Soles of our bones
Rattling the towers
Where all the bells hung
He tucked himself
Low enough to holler out
Unnoticed but sang
Instead to the pigeons
Ah to be wanted
By something
Even if it were
Only birds
© GÄ
Poétique 