the foundations are shifting
small earthquakes getting stronger
the gates of hell being opened
Oh Mankind and its building, folly.

The outside cats
Trust me now,
Every time I
Come out they
Meow and talk
To me, ask me
For food,
Maybe the
Others that
Also care for
Them haven’t been
Feeding them lately,
I run inside fast,
So the cigarette
In my mouth
Doesn’t stink up
The place, I open
A pack of wet food,
I put it down in
The little corner that
I always do,
And I crawl my way
Back to my seat and
Watch them enjoy their
Feast.

As I stand
in the rain,
droplets
of water
play and
roll down
my fingers
and into
the ground,
I feel like
A stray cat,
A runt
Abandoned
By his mother,
Or like a fish
In less water,
I flop on the
Concrete
And catch
My breath
In between
Droplets.

The wound was wet
Your skin was salt
You felt at fault just under fleeing threat
The night we met
I've not left yet
Caught in this field where I can't forget

You begged a kiss
I tore away
Circling prey, hear my vulture hiss
The claws I miss
Your beak's sharp bliss
Feed on rusted pain, the end of this

The death of me
The time I haunt
My flesh torn gaunt, I won't fly towards free
Keep pecking debris
The sickness in me
I trace it back, to that night's last plea

stone and muscle
a creed and silence

work and rest
a helping hand

sisters and brothers
fathers and mothers

a family unison
love made manifest

a muffled song came through the walls
the walls of my shame
clearer now its sweet refrain,
'don't you know you are forgiven'

who can plumb the depths of the heart?
make sense of suffering?  and more
the suffering inflicted by another's hand?

freedom is granted
a fight won for you

now belonging to the fighter-
pointing to freedom