The Dry Idols

What dry terrain has been travelled

To fix my eyes on the falling water

To blink only when winds sear my eyes

Only when tears drop and wander

I desired a final solution

Danced around my own proclivity

If the wind took the gods, their statues, their men

Then, without force, it too will reap me

Throw me in with the dry idols

Traversed the cold, traversed the bright

Obsessed over the luminary who denies his light

Passed through the gates, passed through in chains

For freedom-death, the darkness of a starless night

Traversed the cold, traversed the bright

Passed through the gates, passed through in chains

Across the sun, across volcanic ash

Remains of the earth, ruins of the past

The dry idols call my name

Arid beneath the deluge

I join them, but not to honor them

To be where I belong

Dead amongst the dead gods

In defiance of the living ones