The Poisoned Blue

When the bloodshed starts
at the doorstep of solemn silence,
give me a lone engagement with the invisible
to unchain the split heart.

I will take away the pain
from home and come back in failing
light when a star meets the star
and a moon meets the moon.

What was your core intention
to dismember me like a breadfruit
and cover it with a human skin
stapled to a dead soul?

You drink the ruins after a collective
failure. I am watching the sky
for nightingales.