nightwalks

touchstone for the apocalypse, you
frightened women - now the only
hope you have left is a chain
around your neck, leveraged
under rock you

Shift it around, the rock might start to run
and the direction may not crush you
and power may not break, but empower you

frightened woman, buy a gun
get a badge, find peace

you are not a cog; there is no machine
take a second, you are not a symbol
there's always dreaming, imagine
the world makes sense.

Love is not a metaphor - these
power structures are just
complex social rituals, justice
has no hierarchy therefore
hierarchy can't save us

Beloved, get a grip
you won't protect yourself
with symbolic gestures and
you surely won't protect others
this is ruinous behaviour

ruins are best left to history, build
a fake one in your garden
hold space for memory and
tell yourself things have changed

the sunlight looks so beautiful
through water, the waves are
like trees, the trees are like
air the hope we have is that
our metaphors make sense
and are beautiful, life is so
beautiful

life is not a metaphor, the deceased
are just dead, and you
are making choices

every day, you make choices.