Three Pieces

thiscausticautumn

We are stolen in both bedlam and peace.
Our riddance is good for queen and country.
Take these pieces and break them into threes.
You slip right out of your self,
and I watch the empty vessel fall away.

We are left holding both the scissors and dreams.
Our fortune is good for at least one more thief.
Take my pieces and plant them as trees.
You slip right out of your self,
and I watch the empty vessel float away.

Don’t wake me until the bastards are paid.
Don’t take me anywhere until after we’re safe.
Don’t save me anything you would not eat.
Don’t say I didn’t tell you what not to say.

You slip right out of your self,
and I watch the empty vessel drop away.
Please don’t say anything.