Gather Me, Here.

Gather Me, Here.

I’ll carry you and if not
I’ll carry something else.
If words are worlds, we
meditate on simple symbol
systems and never forget.

He’ll throw stones
like slogans
or devotions, groomed
and well bred, upon
our lovely head.

Chained or unchained or
chained again, we’ll never
make it. We’ll never
make it. Or else
we will.