CANTO XIII
I wanted to know what it was like
To be brighter than alabaster
Smooth like marble
Pale and luscious
Like the foam
At the mouth of the waves
Because I could not help but hate
The hand that had formed me
Of clay
And so I was cast out
For wanting
And as the ash did fall
So did we
And here in the land of the brother slain
How could we ever begin to explain
What we lost that day?
So we don’t dream anymore
Of a heaven stitched to earth
By a ladder for the latter
But I hope not in vain
That we will wake again
And although the words
Will not from our mouths spring
May the silence flood as it did back then
And here I lay bathed in black
My burned face reflected back
And if it were not for me
Could you have come to be?
But the words could not
Be brought to life
For sin was made a word that night
And not even the sea
Could wash us clean
For our burden be
To have no name
For all eternity