Kerri Shying R # 258 - Reprise/al

Reprise/al

it has taken thirty years or more

 for all the scrapes

the bruises   all the tears

the rents in trust to show

they say the little children

know not what we do

they say it wrong they say

it all in voices far too loud

it was too sustained

for you

I see you on the street I see you

often                       everywhere 

a figure

made of myth a ghost

caught

without care 

I nod

you nod 

I am the hot voice

 of the past

you are

the scar

 we are the things

we failed to do