yesterday's eve I met a ragged stranger
creeping, weeping on my garden path
- why does she bother me? am I in danger?
shall I fight or does she just need a bath? -

turned out she had lost her keys
many ages ago inside my dwelling
when the area was all but trees
and gentle whispers not yet yelling

"why do you seek them" I asked, "why now?"
"I need them" she said, "I need them to be whole"
her words sliced me, struck me as a plough
kneading the corroded lands within my soul

dazed by the eruption of her presence I let her pass
I let her inside the house I thought was mine
her gaze fleeting with folded wars and charred grass
barely caged by tears of twine

"why do you weep" I asked, "why do you cry?"
"I am hungry" she said, "hungry for life"
syllables burning my origami walls into the sky
ashen mists only skinned with her dragon knife

looking at me with eyes so dark and deep
she pushed me off her cliff, her world of sorrow
dappled with old rains I hatched to weep and weep
until the dust fertilized the wheat of tomorrow

yesterday's eve I met a ragged stranger
creeping, weeping on my garden path
she cleaved me, freed me of any danger
for it was I who needed that bath