by Michael Tusa

Bleeding quietly 
Behind the cantina 
Behind rows and miles 
Of color and sight and sound  

Bleeding quietly 
The sun slowly sinking 
The dogs lick my greasy fingers 
and Ants dance across the ground  

Bleeding quietly 
A pale moon slowly rises
a door shuts closed
and a candle is blown out

Bleeding quietly alone in the Dark
Bleeding quietly 
The river glistens with sound
Through the canals of my ears
And I follow a golden route for miles
And meet a sudden ocean in my heart.

Bleeding quietly 
I surrender to an ancient envelope 
A pact of secret silence 
I wait to be delivered