Do not go there
And be careless,
You will not see them
And care not.
My hearing is fine and I can see who you are.
The perfect place I did not know
I have an eye for you
Your not wanting
But for history
But wanting for another's child
To walk not for their love but for yourself,
To walk for the share price of little feet.
I imagined a better place
A better history
I offer you the past a place much more in the telling
I offer history in the present.
I offer children why not you offer me your love.
It is not wrong to kill anyone who would take your life
Do not value them more than yourself
Learn to turn to give no quarter
Learn to take from them a love
For their children.
It is a time for pirates.
This is the take down.
Anger does not make you wrong
The ritual of belief
Of holding fast to your closed eyes
Holding to your mother's tongue
Holding when your hands are empty.
For my mother I say this, dead and buried
I bettered those who betrayed you
For the next spring whose names are carved in stone,
Summer is come.