I sing your song
The words I scrapped from your mouth
I went deep into your lungs
And found some vowels
I stuffed them in my pockets
And as I dust the rubble
I sing a few
Hoping to conjure something like you
I sing a song
I learned the words in battle
How tough are we?
Two bulls torn to pieces
The hooves bloodied just from sheer stance
Horns piercing each other’s passions
How far away were we from something grand?
I sang a song you only knew
A key to that locked door of yours
I dove into your heart like a knife
I tore through each valve
And drank the life from your hopes
I think the consonants are something that failed
A map that no longer roams
Your body- a country I destroyed
I dust whatever is left
I sing your name as an anthem
As I sling your soul across my shoulder as a rifle
What are we without hate?
Are we purely love?
These vowels weigh me down so heavy
Oh, my love what atrocities lay ahead
As I drag what’s left of you tied to my legs