In the hallows of my soul
the brown birds sing
One tried to build a nest of stone
and broke a wing
The windows of my eyes are shattered
a dead house I stand
and all of God’s sun will not bring in
enlightenment…
Too long the ghosts of tomorrow have wandered
unabated
through these aging walls
too long
they have made this arid structure
their home
They walk this soul in silence
for them the brown birds sing
hating transition
unlike me
they already know
there will never be spring…
