Being touched in the lift
when you are blind
is akin to laughter
at a child's funeral
Each requires
its own tidewater lie.
Enter the man
with the painful hair
flooded with songs
he has devised
Anger returns
in a little boat
and still we love you
without weapons
Partial to rain.
when you are blind
is akin to laughter
at a child's funeral
Each requires
its own tidewater lie.
Enter the man
with the painful hair
flooded with songs
he has devised
Anger returns
in a little boat
and still we love you
without weapons
Partial to rain.
