the soundlessness
of you taking your own breath away
flowerground
earthbound
dead sunshine
tires mute, wooden box, fingers waxed
hands on the stomach, wool and jeans
afire, formaldehyde, blue forehead blue
cold on my lips, warm in my memory
death against my temples, pillarstones
you see what I see
standing in a crowd
children see men fall from the sky above
an endless sight
sneaking in
creaking
let me back in
I never let you leave in the first place
Croque-Melpomene 