May 09, 2006 16:55
Fade
Into roots and willows
Into chain link and light bulbs
Humming
In the dark.
(He makes a hollow inside you
For himself. A home. A place to linger.)
Fade
Into memory
Into warm regret and coffee cups
And soft words
Over phone lines.
(He makes a lifeline out of blood and shrapnel.
And in that moment, the world begins with his voice.)
Fade
Into space
Into the wind
Into water.
(And ends with a whisper
In your ear, signifying his return
From the hunt, fresh blood drying on his chin.)
And leave a memory.
A whisper.
A echo in the dark.
*
A sound in the night.