Lines

From slicing houses to memories

To moments

Nothing there to lose, anymore

Just an offering to be sacrificed. The earth 

An altar, where buildings with their inmates 

Are catching fire

Children of blood, for blood 

Writing kindness on paper 

The flames have grown and wanted 

To stretch their limbs.

Papers are losing marks 

Of identity 

Echoes of hunger crumble

Existence at times not able 

To walk after a long absence. Poems 

Resting under a rock wondering 

Where the line goes