I want to sing out
And fill the spaces between the bullets with something beautiful,
Bang a tambourine and dance like grey-eyed Miriam through the desert sands,
But my mind is atrophied, the words, forgotten.
I am silence and the fear of a nation,
What you cannot see under the smooth mirrored surface:
The white flesh
(Must find the sun)
The scarred hand
(Taught by fire)
The tilted face
(Whispering in the dark)
And a world that burns now, even as we speak.