it’s come to pass
that a heart has exploded,
and for the sake of the hypocrite
sloppily taped back together again.

as though the trees no longer care
i look through the steps we took
one time and then two. brutal are your ways
delivered with most foreign warmth.

how can a Buddhist kill?
how can a Christian save?
someone say something
of meaning and strength.

but i am too of tree and
not clay. i hang there in the dry
woodsy field swaying from the
trunk. uprooted and weak.

did you meet Eve or Adam
at least? God cast a spell
and put me to sleep.
give me an ally someone i can see…