#the viod speaks

and the hills swallowed you whole

i’m sorry i didn’t warn you sooner

may the fog hide you

and carry you saftely to your harbor

a boy sits at the corner alone under the darkening sky

he offers his hands

(as if in prayer

reaching for the promise that light will come again)

he offers the skeleton of a small bird instead

(he put it together himself)

he tells you proudly

he put it together again and

he felt like a god

(the mercy and the creation of a life in his hands)