His silence, a reply strict as Leviticus, held us in its undertow until we were men with secrets of our own.
Wait for the ash blanket and the concrete
wall of stone when the lights go out
that morning Mother was afraid
afraid of God and i held her hand
It remembers when I wore a mask
with gnarled head and long beak
Just because. Threw them to the pigs.
He just wanted to tongue with sin.
The once-wife married the fields.
Let a draught be ready.