enveloped in this earth
marching to a drum
the ants
falling for the crown
each one itching for a far away post in pregnant pauses
punctuate this promising stereotype to blend,
background,
hum calling the cradle
robbed
raped again
the notion of nothing but friend
nothing but family rent apart in the light of day
cry
cry child
all we ask is your silence
our hearts died
we’ve sewn ourselves shut
our mouths, ears, and eyes
we hold the needle forward
for you
to pray
now pray with us, child
get on your knees with us, and pray.