huck

Property


I know a guy
who told a secret of mine
while insomnia rehearsed with me
the script of my own telling

Hey
I'm sure he meant no harm
and I'm sure I would do
the same to him

It seems to me a lot of men are
prone to what millennia
can't tame; a lust in them
remembers some old ground
that must be marked with piss
and blood

But they will never find it in
the rooms of their modernity
so they guard what is
or what once was their property
with the brave new tools of
crafted talk and broken
silence