Plague on both our houses

How can someone absent feel so present-

Exactly in my stomach ?

Like a fox is clawing at my guts-

I am no spartan child, I’ll wail and I’ll not die-

Someone somewhere said that theatre is

Like the plague, 

In which case love is like the theatre-

I saw the spark that starts a wildfire in the spent eyes of my cousin, 

I wandered through the landscape of his mind in desolation,

And cursed our fathers and our mothers for the violence that they lay upon us-

As a child I thought :

One day we'll grow so big and all encompassing these tidal waves will all crash into emptiness

As each blow would split us into atoms

But now with each resounding strike I feel my mind reform more crooked and more solid,

What sent me reeling, echoes through me without moving me-