Silence of going home
Birds dead hanged from
Trees and trees dead
Black white ash
Land where prophet died
Preaching suicide
To which many committed
But never wholly on their
Own together into the abyss
That wasn't filled with light
For centuries (nor tomorrow
Will freshen its hungry dry lips)
To which I fell and the silence
Took me for its own
And where two once stood
There was me the silence one
And you the silence in the sun
So far away it doesn't even care
For its beams to *** to these
Parts of dark dark universe
Prayers forgotten people mistaken
For shadow in its own land
And the birds hanged from trees
Or electric cables not used
For so long it doesn't even matter
Prophet killed new day born
Soul hidden under layers of hate
And love o love nowhere everywhere
Forever never there (not there)
We and us and them watching
Falling calling using loving dying
End