You’re Alive Still

you’ve sold me

a radio without

sound

rice without the

cooker

a place with no

ceiling

a car with a

bum engine

I lived in your caves

and adapted

carried your words around

like stone tablets

-really believed in you and

your cause

well, you’ve taught me a thing or two

and as much as I’ve wanted

to hunt you down and

kill you

with

my bare hands

I

haven’t

you’ve given me a

pure solitude.