Sweet praises are empty
when all you do
is scream them

I hear you, I hear you

Hold back what
little dignity the gods
have blessed you with

I see you, I see you

Forget the ravages
of those dreams you
abandoned for adulthood

I feel you, I feel you

Sugarcane woodburns
the rake of a whip
across charred asphalt

I taste you, I taste you

Morning fog that
dissipates in the heat
gives way to cerulean skies

You’ve been gone for a while now