Ruins

 

Within every prison cell 

there’s a second cell 

the one: a cold geography 

the other: a burning history 

Yes, within every prison 

there’s a second prison 

the first: the presence of an image

the second: the absence of meaning 

And within every cell

a second cell

The first is the spitting image

of a tyrant 

The second... 

All of my sadness 

all of it 

is for you 

I don’t add a single syllable

I’ve hedged every bet 

I placed on a losing proposition 

I’ve placed every bet 

with destitution