perhaps I should have folded;
forehead sullied in earth
honour defiled in soil,
to the west winds
to the sacred psalms

perhaps I should have sacrificed;
these hands that make
this heart that beats,
for the old bones
for you.

when an ocean away
couldn't lead this astray;
between two Gods
was who who robbed
this warmth of mine

still I kept;
my hands that fold
my heart that sacrifice,
for the fallen

             for me.