Ezekiel Bones

let the prophet
cry alone in the snow

because words made of god
do not flow to the full
all rooms need emptiness
spaces between the spokes
make spinning wheels work

so let the prophet
cry alone in the snow

words made of god
hunger for lonely souls
self-exiled and stern

someone who I haven't seen since before
I-moved-away-came-back-again
asked about the woman I chased
back to the city

"she broke up with me within two weeks"
I said, "she found someone else"
then I laughed and said
"that's why I came back
there is no one here who can break my heart."

I meant it as a joke
but it was true