How many breaks
Of bones and hearts
Fractured into multitudes
She’s many
Exponential
It’s worse than you thought
Or can imagine
How the pain is held behind a smile
At bay
For a minute
For an hour
For a lifetime
He had a temper
They used to say
But it meant more than that
It was a code
And I know there are men in the mix
Suffering at the hands of mad women
You know it two to too
Pink Floyd knew new nu
It’s women hurting women
Men hurting men
Even so these intimate disasters
Create the ruins from which we grow
Everyone is hurting but it’s worse
Than you know
Or can imagine
It all breaks apart
Shattering
and we all want to be home
safe
nurtured
loved
Lacking the skills to get there
Without a map or a guide or a road
We stab at healing in the dark
And cut ourselves on the tip of our tongues
What was said under covers
What was cried in the early morning hours
What was hidden behind sunglasses
What was hissed in the angel’s ears
Of pain and threats
No one saw
No one told
No one wants to remember
Until someone told
And people saw
Remembering it all
They blame the teller
Not the hitter
They punish the outspoken
As their fears push them further to the edge
Fear has a temper
Rising
And she’s compounded
Fractured
And the earth herself
Is cracking open
Grab your pen when the tremors start
Write out your dreams
She speaks
This reckoning in ashes
This reckoning is the sea boundless
This reckoning falling from the sky
She is compounded
Healing
The doves fly at dawn
The nightingale sings
The mockingbird mocks
The pig roots for you
Under the underbrush
Where the truffles grow
She is compounded
A rising vibration
Lift off or or be left
In the throws of the unsung
Stuck in the birth canal
Choked off from the infinite song
Hope rising
Peace settling
stomp once if
Stomp twice if you hear me
