will you stop building
watchtowers for your people
and return their dreams?
dawn the seed of life
a fullness of light holds us
then nights prising grip
simple tyranny
we remind you that you die
say we can save you
it comes and it goes
the sense of safety
much like lightening
how to fall asleep
without nest or den, nothing
but unbelonging
children of earth or
children of god or children
thrown, forgotten
a siege of rain holds
a land blurred and distorted
all our colours drown