Wrapped in shadows and bound within
this cage of bone, this sheath of skin,
stashed like bodies in the mire,
still these words escape like smoke from fire.
And I'm exposed like a secret beneath the stars
with light that scapes and cuts and carves
and runs like blood and sticks like scars
and lays a shadow beneath my heart.
I've never seen two eyes so sharp
to cut right through the dark
and watch it fall away.
I've never seen two lips so tight,
pressed thin and bloodless white,
to hold in what you might say.
Copyright 2008 by Dan Bach.