“BLANKET

On our bed there is a blanket
It has been greeted by strangers
Become a desert to missiles
Filled with hurtful words and jealousy
A pitched hillside
Where hunched backs lay unmoving
I’ve crawled into its darkness
Night after night
Dove into the wreckage
With my lantern
Hoping for some light
At the end of this silent tunnel
I’ve spooned with the grief
Sifted through the ashes of our love
Been reduced to the seasons
Where people watch our bones
As they lie down exposed
Through our transparent cover
Still warm among the cold winds
But heavy with self-deception
On our bed there is a blanket
It has been greeted by strangers
Become a desert to missiles
Filled with hurtful words and jealousy
A pitched hillside
Where hunched backs lay unmoving”