how much medieval architecture
does it take to impress a soul
how many coliseums
does it take to take you by the hand

do you want to know these bones?
where do you think these bones have been?
have you ever thought about these bones?

that is what makes you –
and expert in telling lies
half truths and falsehoods –
they are your holy trade

they appeared to be so scared
as if they had –
suffered some extreme violence
and sunday beef
has never tasted right with silence

if this is a pain inside
the wish –
to go back to a time –
when you felt your were alive

the written word,
will come without truth
it will have a furrowed brow
and it will search for a roof

i rejected their thoughts
i rejected the idea,
that i am akin to my father
i rejected that

i was not a rejected child
but i understand,
what it means,
not to be part of the family narrative

it never looked –
anything less –
than clumsy
as it tried –
to connect

i am the constant threat
to a world,
that reeks of death