Outside home,the night
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.