Imagine a castle far away from here,
where they can’t come in.
I’ll build red fleshy bricks from the muscles
of my arms, my shoulders, my back, my legs.
I’ll sacrifice movement for a
quivering image of safety.
Lock me in here with bolts
carved from my spine,
and as your hammer lands
each heavy beat sends a jolt through my blood.
What held me up now holds me in.
It wasn’t for us this world of sin,
where goodness bends to die
and hope mutters incantations
behind the bars of its golden cage.
May her whispers open doors to a garden
where cowering is needless,
and all threats are vanquished
under a flaming sword.
Until then we whisper of laziness
and chosen despair,
pull the instruments of change from our bones
to erect walls and barbed wire,
cut off our lips to stuff into our ears.
our world has become a pit of jailers
holding ourselves at gunpoint
wondering why no one speaks up.