whatever was left behind
enough air, a kingdom
some notes for a song
about history's wounds
patron saint of pilgrims
buries want by the road
being is hunger, a
poverty of desire
emptiness and appetite
talks about walking
nobody imagines
outside, out beyond
impressions in fields
as light moves day
howls warning
wherever it is
life's lived inside out
death face first
no windows or roof
earth beaten
face to sun
back to wind
smoke wanders, finds
space for something
to listen and breathe
alone on two feet
offers no map
to a soul who passes by
enough air, a kingdom
some notes for a song
about history's wounds
patron saint of pilgrims
buries want by the road
being is hunger, a
poverty of desire
emptiness and appetite
talks about walking
nobody imagines
outside, out beyond
impressions in fields
as light moves day
howls warning
wherever it is
life's lived inside out
death face first
no windows or roof
earth beaten
face to sun
back to wind
smoke wanders, finds
space for something
to listen and breathe
alone on two feet
offers no map
to a soul who passes by