Peace

Sing

Sing away the thoughts that bother me

So hauntingly they stray

And infect the silence I have sought,

Sing until the break of day.

I know they’ll just return

In quiet mutterings and vaulted shouts

They’ll whisper and they’ll cry

Of injustice and plead for recognition

And sustenance from my flesh.

They ease through cracks and chinks

Flanked by royal invitation

And fool the guard that they are king

In a village of homeless thoughts.

What claim to I have for peace,

Whose stalled return

Is of my own transgression?