Sometimes you 

think you’re done 

when you’re not 

fault lines emerge from the plot 

 

other times it’s over 

before it’s begun 

rhymes can’t fire 

it’s no one else’s fault 

 

silver lining’s 

there in the sky

dancing around

its own outlines 

 

from a distance 

things make more sense 

reversals and tragedies 

embroidered in the silk 

 

silver haired children 

battle switching sides 

moving bodies 

like cattle in a drive 

 

to feel that joy 

one more time 

in the school 

of just being of alive