I do not think
we were meant to burn the world
the way we did.
They always taught us
that to destroy is to sin and that
you will never be free once you have killed.
They misread human nature,
my love. We have destroyed and it has
made kings and queens of us.
We are stronger now
we have sinned so mightily.
(Eve ate the apple, that’s where this started.)
Hold me close against you,
and strike the match.
Tear down the last gods.
i want a word for the almost-home.
that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar
that subway stop whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing
that first glimpse of the skyline
that you never loved until you left it behind.
what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams?
is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to,
i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street,
for seeing your city on the horizon,
for flying homewards down your highway.
give me a word for the boundary
between the world you went to see
and the small one you call your own.
i want a word for the moment you know
you’re almost home.