Candles Burn
number’s changing
on the wall
level now
gone
the distance
half past
mirror down
fingers thawed
things as they are
under the tree
that prayer I prayed
answered in a different way
everything to live for
disbelief in all things good
believe the bad
the cruel, the custom-made
that comes a knocking
at your door
without a coat
of camouflage
muddy boots
and tracks
it’s the new
the squeaky clean
the polished patent leather
that’s got me shaking
parade of style
mask of power
steel toe
bolt the door
hush, don’t cry
barefoot in the corner
under the tree
TL