Birthplace And Burial Site

Half drowned in these holes

We've dug for ourselves

How far have these days taken us

We rest on the backs

Of treaded paths

And encircle the ghost

Of used we used

There's death

In these cluthed hands

These words our bricks

And so we build our fortresses

The past into our chests

Let me become whole this time

And carry warmth

Instead carry ice in my ribs

Or bury me now to prove

I neve set foot from this grave