a scent floating on the breeze
caught me unaware

led to a hidden bakery
I didn't know was there

Chani
am I crazy?
some things are meant to be

favorite snack
when you're in my hands

so smooth to the skin
humble to your demands

Ado the pillar
brittle and still

a silent rebuke
to your lord's will

father and mother
husband and wife

power to give
and take away life

i scream and cry and nash my teeth
bum out everyone I meet

look into my children's eyes
mourn the shortness of their lives

there you are my old friend
with me through thick and thin

we've been together from the start
i'm not myself when we're apart

come and hear
you little ones

how things were
when I was young

quiescent cloche
red and clay

hot at night
cold by day

entangled hearts
harmonize

war that most hellish thing
mutes the voice of all who sing

gestalt lovers
face to face

now you feel the squeeze my child
inside and out, strong and wild

how unfair it must feel for you
to gain your power and lose it too

blue eyed wonder
let me be

forever in
proximity

a kindness shared
with art and grace
a formless mass
to pleated lace

Mercy to the child of reaping
As we decorate the tree

Sometimes I forget
For just an instant
Or the duration of a thought

Your story on mining
Please consider

A man who is hungry
Sits down to dinner

The oil is too thick
To flow in his veins

there is a certain sadness
in the eyes of those who see