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 all encompassing

These tides will crash into an emptiness

And 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-