Lying awake afraid- cross hung.
Teeth grinding the saviors from your eyes.

There were no hands to seize the pitch
of plague cast from those cliffs.
No ears to speak it into.

Pop culture Jesus broken down on the road.
The dead walked in circles around you
until morning yellow and tired- you let go.

Crashing through to the stars night is night-
is night whispering in the creekbones.

So many once to love you now grown thin alone.

Oh, heart! Never again to live and love
in these small hours of heaven?

Birds fly backwards...
seas recede from their shores-- I am a child again.
Dreaming you.

I speak to God. He listens and nods.
Answering no more forever.