Quietus

Today is the day you show us your worth.
You recede,
you retract,
a retarded new birth.

This taking motion.

Your body paints on the canvas of its life,
an outpouring of you without control.
An abstract,
a schoolboy erraticism,
in colours not seen by your eye.

They take you.
Your canvas awash with human error,
they break you,
they shape you,
they paint you a colour.

These tones are not yours,
a model,
a floorshow,
with no applause.

All of your motions undetected in this hour.
This world has no time for you,
but you are measured,
in black fingernails,
patches in veins,
stitched lips,
in coolth.

They gift you,
cold,
in this place of warmth,
this home.

Unrecorded timelapse shows majestic animation,
interrupted by fast comings,
and faster goings,
and
teardrop
explosions.

You are home,
your home,
our home.

oh, those years of sit down and be quiet,
of all our shortcomings,

our

hearts

 darkest

riot.