people have lost

summer drips off walls and
coats black roads
we are melting into tomorrow

today was nailed and hammered by a carpenter with
a golden voice
It’s blurry, but I see it

people have lost livers and kidneys
and legs
and pets
and children

and I am sad for them, I am

from under a rock
from the depths of the Pacific
from unknown planets

where I am carried by a carpenter and His golden voice