The Evil Ones

(Prison-Monastery-Cloister-Haven)

I was awakened one night
With a sack thrown over my body
Arguments about where to bury the dead
I felt alone and abandoned,
Cast into tumbling waves

(Prison-Monastery-Cloister-Haven)

By remembering everything,
I am out of the light half-naked
Children stare open-mouthed from the furnaces,
Hunched inside the chaos of my love
And I don't even know who I am

(Prison-Monastery-Cloister-Haven)

My shoulders in white softness,
The wings of a dove rushed under stone
Hidden tears impatient, like slaves
Insults wiped away with bruised, cut palms
-A man sold out to the evil ones-

(Prison-Monastery-Cloister-Haven)

I try to imagine the manner in which they operate
God / Devil
Watching for me to emerge

(Prison-Monastery-Cloister-Haven)

Instead I will stagnate,
Sink down into myself,
Make them suffer mournful shadows

(Prison-Monastery-Cloister-Haven)

And still there is no room for me

I head for the ocean
Black sky surrounding small, silver light
A distant voice calling
Breeze becomes body

(Prison-Monastery-Cloister-Haven)

And still there is no room for me