Silver Lemon Poem by Alex Insuratelu

Guilty and wild as the power
as the vast silence the way
you move our sadness and
its wheel undertake

Hearts revolted against
their bodies and their
guilty faces of silence
Breath savers
Blood savers

They have a sense of taste
that might scary
The same as vastness
and hunger and nothing

Scars of Silver
Scars of Lemon
Scars of the man that
walked alone in the rain
looking curiously at old houses
old machines and cried