just before we take our first breath
all the faces that have failed to resurrect
become our mirrors to the past
into which all things must pass
and eventually cast their sight
growing rebellious kindness
or lusting after all those pointless coins
ever-pausing for a moment of silence
or never-pausing to realign intentions
get loose and flee from these ruins
that have over-run our hearts
and toppled over all the authentic parts
beauty is damaged and then dug up
her body’s form is echoed in the dust
a trail of tears left in the soil
fingers peeled and limbs numb from the toil
all the fears that we’ve let cover up our love
become the webs that we can no longer get rid of