stupid bones

So many songs for that time I have sung

You need to be patient they said

And I wait there in time with the stone on my knees

With the child on my wrists

Like a garden of poison plants.

Lullaby of patience they said

So I sang till my voice become

Frozen lake and my tongue dead fish.

They carved my name on the surface

Cold icy

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Engraved my stone child beneath.

Clever clever they,

with patience, 

Waited a season to change

a season to melt my stupid bones on which

I built so many songs for the child

 I never met.

unknown

My brother in me holding the knife like a fox waiting for the winter.

My brother in me screaming like a body on the bottom of the pond.

So many brothers have washed up on this gravel shore

With their wide-open mouths like questions in the air.

Impotent to caress

Impotent to offer

They just jawn on an empty stomach

Squeezing that last breath.

My brother in me carry the cloud in the head like walking to the place unknown,

Like holding a secret too light to forget

Imprinted whispers that never ends.