Mewithoutyou

Why burn poor and lonely under a bowl,
under a lampshade or on the shelf beside the bed
where at night you lay turning like a door on its hinges?
(First on your left side, then on your right side,
then on y our left side again)
Why burn poor and lonely?
Tell all the stones, we're gonna make a building.
We'll be cut into shape & set into place or if you'd rather
be a window, I'll gladly be the frame reflecting and kind
words, living...
Anyway, aren't you unbearably sad?
Then why burn so poor and lonely?
We'll be like torches.
We'll be like torches together!
With whatever respect our tattered dignity demands.