A note on the body

your body still your body
your arms still wing
your mouth still a gun

you tragic, misfiring bird

you have all you need to be a hero
don’t save the world, save yourself

you worship too much & you worship too much

when prayer doesn’t work:         dance, fly, fire

this is your hardest scene
when you think the whole sad thing might end

but you live         oh, you live

everyday you wake you raise the dead

everything you do is a miracle