I can’t stand it here
Through practice or design
Seek a surgeon
Deconstruct my fate
Lay it out across the line
Flee into the heaviness
Of borrowed earth and elm
Strike two for yes
Or silence be kept
Inside his honours realm
Moisture forges a mask
While inside my eyes there is burning
Scorch the bark and fallen sky
Carried on the air
Auras identified in memory
Turn to search to follow
Finally aghast
A scene so familiar
Unchanged in beauty
I’m home