I sit here surrounded by blood and bone

I sit here surrounded by blood and bone

Myself stares out dumbfounded

Straight ahead the carnations sway and

Bow their heads with steady charm

All saying hello and yes, we know

We are each of God’s great secret

The beauty in the elegant leaves

Which stride upwards leaves me crying joy

The only pain I feel is of those not like me.

They hurt me with their words

I shrivel and die like a crying babe

My mouth out-stretched and set wide

And through the pitch of moaning wail

I feel a beam of calm and quiet

All will be alright again

The Hand of He is on my brow

How can I fall? Go on be strong

I can not go on down this road

And yet I must , I can’t turn back

How can I face the daily toil, the blackened face,

The cruel, so cruel heart, the angry lies,

The expecting faces and hungry, grabbing fingers

Stretching out to me?

I am alone

I am vulnerable and quite clean

I can not bare witness to this ugly smog

It makes me coil up and die

I die so badly I make myself pure again

I sit here surrounded by blood and bone

I can not get out, yet I yearn to

I am still

I am empty

I can be nothing

Why must I see your pride and self importance?

Why must I see your ugly side?

How can I be here when I want to be there?

Yet somehow this must be fair.