Shaken Words

No sad light inside this golden eye. No long finger pointing to the end of nothing.

And the mad man cried out, inside the heavy walled room, like a bird trapped

in a cage, like a man tied to a family.

White clouds like cotton sealing the landscape, and at the mountain top,

a woman screaming her freedom, instead of her rage.

Nothing lasts, nothing remains; but life after death waits for the nice souls.