the last thing i want to do is write
but i ought to
because all is silent now
and lord only knows how much i needed this
but all is silent now
and all these voices now
they’ll come out now

and then it came
fire burnt my lungs
wild fire
i was a barren fig tree
now i’m a bare voice of land
naked, stretched across globes
no water can feed me

bring the helicopters,
watch me grow now.
bring the cameras,
watch me sew now,
all the wounds and wails that verged on that half hour

half moon protect us all
watch me grow
i’m going places now.