In the worst hour of the worst season
    of the worst year of a whole people
a man set out from the workhouse with his wife.
He was walking-they were both walking-north.

She was sick with famine fever and could not keep up.
    He lifted her and put her on his back.
He walked like that west and north.
Until at nightfall under freezing stars they arrived.

In the morning they were both found dead.
    Of cold. Of hunger. Of the toxins of a whole history.
But her feet were held against his breastbone.
The last heat of his flesh was his last gift to her.

Let no love poem ever come to this threshold.
    There is no place here for the inexact
praise of the easy graces and sensuality of the body.
There is only time for this merciless inventory:

Their death together in the winter of 1847.
    Also what they suffered. How they lived.
And what there is between a man and a woman.
And in which darkness it can best be proved.

for a girl
who says
she doesn’t really care
i probably do think too much

but only if i cared more
would i probably be able
to stop myself

you can see my dilemma.

Soldiers never do die well;
Crosses mark the places —
Wooden crosses where they fell,
Stuck above their faces.
Soldiers pitch and cough and twitch —
All the world roars red and black;
Soldiers smother in a ditch,
Choking through the whole attack.

sometimes a kiss is just a kiss.
sometimes it doesn’t represent
love,
or need,
or loyalty.
sometimes it is just one pair of lips
against
another.
no sparks,
no lust,
just touch.

A girl one day had full control
Until she tested hell below
She took herself to a plant
One filled with power known to haunt.

She was brave, refused to hear
She ate the seed she had no fear
Then the sadness grew within
A seed had planted from her sins.

the seed began to grow inside her
It grew and then one day confined her
The seed grew roots and sprouted still
It captured her and began to ****.

The seed grew through her heart and veins
The seed controlled and caused her pain
The seed had power so conbined her
Until one day the seed defined her.

Once the girl had disappeared
All that lived was hate and fear
It roamed the earth without a soul
It fed off love and hope to crawl.

It swam the sea and dove beneath
It made a nest and sat with ease
It controlled the girl and all her life
She didn't give up and began to fight.

She brought herself with all her might,
To fired flamed to burn dark light
She crawled within the buying plain
And stopped the seed from growing gain.

The seed within her soon died out
It died within the fire crowd
The girl was free to feel no pain
But her empty heart and soul remained.

I’m floating the bottom of the ocean,
I’m flying just to hit the ground,
I’m crying just to smile again,
And I’m waiting to be found.

I’m lost in a sea of hope,
And I’m starting to loose my breath,
I’m looking for an exit,
The only ones to confess.

I’m falling up a cliff,
And I’m climbing down the ground,
Then crying to make a sound,
In hope that I’ll be found.

I’m lying at the bottom of the ocean,
I’m lying beneath the ground,
I’m crying cause my calls don’t work,
Don’t believe I’ll be found.

I wish someone would look for me,
In a way that cannot be seen.
I wish someone would care for me,
In a way that has no end to it’s mean.

I wish someone would hope for me,
In a way I can’t for myself.
I wish someone would find me,
And save me from this hell.

I’m crying at the bottom of the ocean,
I’m drowning below the ground,
I’ve lost my breath form calling,
Now I can’t make a sound.