You who are with me,
who ache with me, please,
lay still, hold your breathing –
we are sinking
we sink,
beneath wings of bad mothers,
through sad voices of home
our dead limbs fall off,
our bones sleep on their own.
You who are with me,
who are silent at night,
who separate stars, who burn with out light
hold on
hold on
to the hands of these words
we are sinking
we sink
through this very dry Earth.
God isn’t softening,
we are starved by disease,
by darkness, by deepness
of the valley’s between us.
You who are with me,
who ache life away, lay still,
hold your breathing,
hold on to your life,
we are sinking
we sink
away with the night!
