Ground

where are you

lord of the darkness
world’s womb
i feel cramped in your amniotic uncertainty

i tried to be born
but i crept back in
it’s cold out there

lord of the sepulchre
i don’t know what those angels are talking about
all i can smell is the stench of 153 miscarried projects

lord of the garden
where’ve you gone?
i tread on the daisies
and the daisies are me

take me with you to galilee
i don’t know the way
i don’t know how to let these fish out of their net

i’ll be a stowaway in that leather bag over your shoulder
you look like you’re going somewhere
or let me creep like gollum at your heel
on the dusty road

i reached out to touch your brethren
and cut my hand on a broken mirror
when you gonna find me?