Maybe when it drops down
We’ll make sense of it
Maybe not
If the sun drips sapphire
It might burn to the bone
Maybe simply warm
The ashes
Until they catch fire
If we drown in our riches
Perhaps the earth will sorrow
Or perhaps she’ll sigh
And drink down the blood
An offering to the carrion
To restore balance
Maybe when it falls down
We’ll make a foundation of it
Maybe not
If the bones keep dry
I’ll sleep inside the carcass
No one will breathe my way
By Daphne Shadows
