Shu Shubat

Blood on the walls the curtain calls. You waited there for no one at all. To the pine and oak trees that stand by your house, and they keep on blowing south, to protect you through the winter. Surrounded. You will never understand. Angel with your broken wings, stop asking me to sing with those voices I just can’t find. A shame to be ashamed now I’m ashamed, not smarter than the human brain, just smarter than humans. Lay down your arms, strong and unharmed, bend and wave. On the cemetery lawn, followed the sound straight through the ground.