have been buried beneath slate and sand
carved out with claw hammers and bare hands
i've learned through the most roundabout ways
what it means to be a man
and all these things i've said
are buried beneath mortar and land
all the things i lost in the tide
haunt all the things i never hide
and all the things i learned to love
left notes and apologies on my bedside
next to all the things i once was
bleeding onto the carpeted floor
running down words i let slip
hunting them like lions
upon the faces of fear
sweet and shifting syllables
that rocket inside my ears and inside my skull
remind me of something and another
the war horns and the horse hooves
the hellhounds and the angels
that run beside me in battle
that run beside me in sleep
that run beside me in death
set me free
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