Outside home,the night

Is shivering.


A star singing path

Into everything once void,once lifeless.


A cricket and a bush,

Each eating into each other.


The graveyard wears a satin face

And grown grasses it holds collect

Water to themselves.


The road that gave me this path

Didn’t tell me I would die at the end.


Outside home, the forest

Are yearning to sing names

Of boys drowned into exile.

What are you looking for?