Mourning Cloak

Pockets full of roses

Pull you closer to the ground

Disrupt all your quiet

With things that we can't say out loud

Penance on your back porch

Won't keep you safe and sound

From the reach of the promise harm makes

To follow you around

Blow the smoke into the gears

The carousel will start

Count the turns, the backs of heads

That you will take to heart

I told you I'd be leaving town

It never felt so hard

The harbinger of accidents

Always on a head start

But nothing will stay in place

If you carry on this way

You see apathy in hummingbirds

"It's just God saving face"

And even with the poison twice removed

There are things you won't get through

Even with the scope of baby blue

There are things you won't get through

Fear the shape of solitude

That contorts every room

Hide your secrets in my palm

Then, echo on the roof

And I still crave the sentiment

That laces all you do

But I empathize the butterfly wings

Your shadow box entombs