Clawing
xeniot 1999-12-15

no don't come here singing orpheus
no don't look

in the room next to me
i heard you
clawing at your visions
eyes rolled up and sweating

you know
i know where that road goes
bedrooms and war trenches and
boardrooms and stock exchanges
hospital gowns and crematoriums
  and quiet puddles in the cemetary
  where ten more generations will splash
  will wonder if we found an answer

here i am, begging for water
and you
         claw at the dust

if only you would pretend
you would see more action
she explains
   (more bugs licking at my bleeding lips
    nicer dirt under my fingernails)
if only i had asked one more question
i explain

excuse me while i ask one more question
nothing    is explained
neither    is it an explanation

perhaps i am not begging for water
perhaps i am the ressurection
and you are
             clawing in the dust