oh awaited birds singing in my ears
i ran away from thee
so i could no longer see
the cold that kept my fears
awake
[or dead]
because i saw your famous poems
lying next to me
lying next to wars
that kept the leaves from living
or kept the smoke extinguished from the fire
these words, I would perpetuate them,
[silence] so bright.
just as the colours of the afternoon,
in the shores or cliffs to be named.
oh if we saw those men declaring those wars
the broken, and the beaten
or instead
the humble
"Other than this sweet nothing shown by their lip, the kiss"