The sky has forgotten its scripted lines It has lost its knowledge of crying So it has remained dry Caked like the dry red earth Void of moisture We are parallel lines Legs stretched worlds apart From your cup, I no longer drink Your familiar cheeks I don’t kiss A sharp dagger slug behind; just around my waistline Who drew the battle lines? Who pulls out his own intestines? This is insanity The heart has lost its form It is a replica of my father’s rumpled trousers A shame to the eye A sore to the soul Why did this turn out so? A body in a rift with its soul Its all I see when I stare I am the body You are the soul I feel nothing anymore I am bewildered! Is this the seed mortals sow?