Damage my heart

Damage my memory

Damage me to eternity

so, I don’t feel anything

nothing.

 

Fill my suitcase with damage

Take my mother away from me

Leave your kiss on my skin

Damage my surface

 

Bring on the storm

Push me off,

fall from the sky

Fall like a rock,

a bird.

 

Damage me

Damage my driven love

Damage my thirst and hunger

Damage my wings

 

Forget about my world

The words I speak

and hands I hold

Damage them.

 

Teach me about the lust

About the remembrances

The walkways to heaven

and your God.

 

Clue me into your universe

Let me speak when spoken to

Let me listen forever

Let me feel the wind and taste the salt

 

Damage my mind

Damage my hands

Damage my art

Damage my love

 

Nothing

Nothing is left

In my empty hands

No one to grace

No one to lose

No one at all.

 

Damage me to wood

Wood of the earth

And sweat of my peoples

Damage me to the dirt

Dirt of the heart

And tears from them.

 

 

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.06.13.17:16:58 @ 1515 NYC