i can't move from your voice.
there's not any peace where i lay.
the ground can't move strong enough to clear
the trash that separates us two,
and far away i hear my screams.
the lean, hard-bone face and deep bronze skin -
the broad nose and nostrils -
the mirror image.
is inside me; i loaned my heart in exchange for your voice.
the man inside you,
the men in you fought.
fighting men inside you made a rage.
you know my thoughts and see
where my tears track across my face.
i've seen the beast and hold my rage.
you've forgotten me -
in my heart there are many unmarked graves.