Site of longing and explosion
bleeding from exhaustion and diligence,
from all the circles and constraints
all the markers and borders
fixed in this bastard world
I wrench beauty from ugliness
and fall prey to possibility
In the knot of temptation
the possible is jettisoned
I am nothing but a digger of graves
The dead are abandoned
beneath the roof of their loved ones
They turn pale keeping watch
over those not yet dead
A nightmare that would end
is a nightmare that would begin