HummingI begin to see you now in interference patterns a memory of what has never been You call me father mother seeking blame and forgiveness crawl across my altar and pray to me to heal you or kill you But you are all alone now I am in a street in a diminishing and crowded city begging for mercy without dying only humming humming among children who run to shelters like mice in a newly plowed field a vision once suppressed by the chemistries of modern life I begin to see you now in moving shadows a daydream of what you might have been if God had served you and I had sooner learned to raise the dead I listen for your voice. Sometimes I think I hear you call me If I had been someone else. If I had been someone else. I could never know you. I begin to see you now in other peoples faces. I will not run from you now. I am humming humming and I think I hear you call me. |