For Death
Dedicated to Priscilla Page

There was barbwire
In my mouth
On city daybreak
With sun in place
Rising
Above horizon
To say I never broke
Would be a lie
Because I never became
Much more
Than I wanted
Where little kids
Drill holes
In their toys
To see what's inside
The eggs are cracked
This means one of two things
Either birth
In which case
We're friends forever
Or
We didn't protect them
From the world
From lack of love
And we are guilty
A whole city
On an electric grid
We can build the principle
But can we ever survive
The interest?
This is not a poem
About things that have happened
Or what may one day be
Although that's closer
This is an acknowledgement
Of that time
When you look the devil
In the eye
And know that you can't win