santa fe.

i am the watchman walking through the night
calling "all is well, it's alright."
checking each hour bone by bone in the dark
to see if it is true
to see which lie will finally snap
which well woven tendon will split at last
pulling with its snapping strength the whole
and so street by street I go
with my careful feet along the crumbled edges
of these cement sidewalks
and I wonder whose side you're walking by
you're a voice with an always echo
someone behind you crying amen
and when the day comes and your skin
splits from your self they'll sing a hymn
great and glorious a whole rush of sound and grief and sin
Two are
Two were
One I am
One AM
and all's well
farewell