Take a Breath

take a breath

and let the cool of night

settle in on your back

make the new vision hopeless

and come out renewed

when the variant tombs open case

and the dry death of limbs splays open 
with ancient breath

children of anger call on your name

while catacombs and undergraves

keep shaking chains still

can you hear volatile and virile

can you hear reticence and reptile

oh the very things that make men shake

the very things that push him to the edge

and what is it that all the world

     worries about at night?

When the quiet sets in

and the earth slows down—

     dead things have made a home in our souls

                 and we shake and moan

                             we hide and groan

                             because we are scared of ourselves.