the way you challenge

make all
the buildings
we've been to sing
you're a fighter when the blue
lacy ghosts knock at you
and you tell me
i could be free
if i forget what that means

this is a ceremonious day
like the one where
you held your hand on the stove
and the smell filled the house
and the front yard

but back to the buildings
i hope they sing
as they fall down
like my head to my knees
the sight and sound of it
will be a lifeline from
your eyes to where
you came from
your face gone wild like a skinny lion

you may not even
cough
from the smoke