this is the hand that
cuts the moon
in two
this is the ghost
do you
remember these myths
or are you someone who
believes in the soft
sweet purity of
childhood?
you can only be one
or the other
you can only be living
or dead
for fifteen years
i had the dream of the
burning house
and then i married
the woman who
grew up in it
i give you this as
final proof
of the lack of god and
you turn away
one of us sees
the ghost
the other a shadow
in between the two is
the desert of our pasts
and the scattered ashes
of old lovers
this is the land
where
the myths were planted
these are
the bones of lost
sailors
there are better things
to be built here
than religion
