shira

by shira

years ago there was a child i lost
down in the banks, in the cliffs, in the sewers
my voice and my carriage crashed
into left field and the
pitcher and team smashed my songs and my reason
for writing you into a score without harmony

your name means a song
in my language, my tongue
in your grandfather's bloodlines
you are chosen and dark

i lost my daughter
my son
and my every last
breath and beat-beating
when i stopped singing songs

the lullabye i'll bring will be
silent and bronzed
by a sun in a coffin
i'll trap underground
i'll rock you and
softly kiss your every fingerprint
they won't match mine, child, but
you'll still be mine