SOUTHERNER

Enclosed is a letter to my best girl
I have taken far too much time in getting word to her
The Earth shook
And I fled
The inquisitors and the cardinals came after me and it was in the Sun's House that I shot them
Dead

Enclosed is a map to where I shall lie
You will find me wrapped in fiber and silenced
(Be aware that there will be dirt in my mouth, filling it)

When you cut me open inside the golden catacombs, have care
As there are a million daggers in my intestinal track
It is the origin of my disease and discontent
It is your god's bomb in me
And I fear that no matter if you hear me out or not-
You will worship it and pray to it
Blind from the tears in your eyes

Enclosed is my Codebook
It is a series of mirrors and webs containing my smile and my fear and my hope for tomorrow
A day with no monsterous vehicles eating the air or burning it
A day with no more simulated love-making or outdoor festivals

I want my children and yours to see that day
I want them to look up and squint into the sun-painted blue sky
Their bare feet soft in green grass

Enclosed is my Codebook