from whence have you come 

that you do walk

like mummies clad in zombie love-

your faces so carefully concealed?

we have come from the eye

of death,

we have come from the what

that was before.

before the days of birthless labor

before the curly smoke that rose

to ravish an innocent sky-

before it settled on our shoulders,

wrapped itself around our faces

before it became the cloth drawn

over our dreams.

dreams that vanished with it

across the innocent sky.

*inspired by the work of abakanowicz