Ten years later
I’ll meet you here, my dear
After I’ve slayed and made a killing
Having been slayed a few times, too, I know death
Ten years later, I’ll be ready to meet you here
Beginning a life with myself, my dear.
The life I thought I wanted started early
But something in me dimmed and I could no longer
Feel the life I grew into
May be I needed the anger to prove others wrong
When the peace came, I no longer wanted this.
I still love the money, the power
The delusion of being admired
There are bills to pay, a house to build
Which is why I must die every day
So that others may see me thrive
And my beloveds can drive
In shiny metal objects that do not emit gas.
This is hard work
This is what people must mean
By heart work
There is no anger
But there is no peace either
It is hard on the heart
If I felt it I would not carry on.
These days I nurture Buddhist zen
Wearing my crucifix
I meditate
Its will be done
Ten years later, I will be done
I will meet you here, my dear
My heart will beat
My life will begin.