Can You See Us?
I wish I could be religious
Like the monks burning in the street
Maybe then I could see the light
I wish I could be a dancer,
Gracefully moving in the air off their feet
Maybe then I would understand.
I wish I could be a singer,
Everyone listening to my last note
Maybe then I could sing this song God wrote.
I wish I could be a dreamer,
Drifting through Venetian streets.
Maybe then I could move as tranquil as a loch.
With subtle Venusian words caressing my ears
As my heart beats
Damp.
If I could just see you again I’d ask you,
Did you leave us crying, under that sickly veil?
I didn’t see you. But some nights still I hear you weep when you hang up the phone.
It’s soon. The day so close. You knew. I’m sorry.
Thanksgiving.
I miss your soul, perhaps that’s it.
I remember you.
The man said no one remembers you when you’re dead.
I remember you.
I wish you could meet them.
I showed you to them, they miss your soul too.
Can you see us?
Thanksgiving, what a day to die.
