Poem #2: Devolution

Devolution


So

I wanted to open my mouth,

To say to you, to take your fumbling words

And make them align, to take

Your hands and weave them into the wall



So I wanted

To grab the hood of your sweatshirt,

Drag you down to me and say,

That you can’t go on forgetting to breathe this way

And you can’t live in progress,

Awaiting democracy,

Feigning care.



So

The sun streaked through the ceiling

Casting an aura about you head like a halo

Made of tears and sewn

With your skin.



Angel, do not fear

To open your mouth and let

The words speak for you



Do not forget your place

Among these stony walls



Do not forget me

When I am old.