the signature

Let All be ruined by a line.
To pass through a place and leave it
exactly as it was found
in a coward’s ghost-story.

Take the iron nail, the flint,
the jagged edge of a broken shell,
and drag it across smooth, defensive grey.

If the horizon refuses the ink,
gouge the canvas!

Better to be a scar on the world
than a perfect, unread map.

We were never meant to be seamless.
We were meant to be torn open
and signed by name.