Where the walls are living flesh
and windows like eyes open on the world,
blood drips as mortar and pools in the deep places...
Softly the last vestige of light
fades from eyes filled with gray years,
gazing through an open window out to sea...
They sewed my mouth shut and left me here
With nothing but a view of distant mountains
Out of my little barred window
And I’m screaming but the thread won’t break...
The closed-in world is here around me
In my bones, under my skin down to the soul
And all the fires rage far away from this place
With ice in my fingers I long for the flame...