BIG THING
She lays on the wall
Watching the strangers drift away
Midday’s ore, thick
With the sun of Arabia
She surrenders, the voices
They gather, on the wind
Talking, chanting, breathing
Into her body
Yesterdays
Awaken beside
The scent of burned sugar on her skin
Painting eyes, thick
With the colors she brings in
Always sure and strong
When the lightning tumbles down
Don’t you frown
Everything will be in time for this evening
If there’s secrets she has to be party to
Every one of them
If there’s heav