Wednesday, January 27, 2016

So we can weep together

Lets go outside
And dig a grave, in the mud and ice
To bury all the lost smiles in
As the cold numbs our fingers
and the clay sticks under our nails
Lets look into each other’s eyes and cry.
Paint my cheek with the mud on your hands
Press your broken heart into my chest

Lets preform an operation
With razor blade or scalpel knife
We will cut each others chests open
With precision
Crake our ribs
Carefully peal back the skin and flesh
I will reaching my bare hand deep inside you
pushing
through,
wrapping my palm
around the hard pit of pain
I will grab it, tug
wrenching it out of your body
feel the ripping myself
we will scream as it comes out
you will look at me with surprise
like one shot by a bullet
how could you?
You really did?
I will hold it over my head
soft flesh still hanging
and scream it up to the sky
Then bringing it down to my heart I will cradle it.
Wash it with my tears

Now you reach into my chest and grab mine out too
And hold it
Like a golden tender thing
Treasure
Then look up at my eyes again
Surprised, we did it

And we are safe

Here is my prescription for the vast majority of us: You need to be in a relatively safe place outside with others