Because, Life

I’m going to
Make a man.

Sew him from,
The most
Beautiful
Of fabric.

Gems for eyes.

A gentlemans
Buttons. 

The proudest
Of chins.

I’m going to
Make one

Thread.

Loose.

So.
He can
Unravel.

The Lonely Range

Against your blue sky.
The warm horizon in the eye.
I will rise.
A darkness sharper than
The most feared nights.

Long after you are gone.
Blood, bones and I are one.
The secret I still keep is that
Number of souls sound asleep
In my arms.

Against your slate grey rain.
Night, eyes close, day again.
I will
Rise.