[Tyr Zalo Hawk]: 712.Poetry.Burning Innocence

Because Denver steals your soul
He got stuck there
That’s why you have to write it down
You have to give your soul a script
One which you can send anywhere
Anytime
I can’t,
Obviously,
Because I have to.
I have to like the hawk has to soar
The stone to sit
Like feet on ice must slip and fall
If someone falls, we will be fallen
Together.
They will know the emotion
They will hurt, love, live, and know
Cats know how we feel
They know, they just don’t care.
What I would give to be a cat
To know and not to care
To possess wonderful apathy
To give up the taste of emotion
For the safety of a twitching tail
A graceful step
A sleek, beautiful body
I used to be that girl
I used to walk down the street
Past the boys with their cat calls
I knew how they felt
I knew, but did not care
Just like I did not care
For Denver
The soul-sucking, sticky city
That cold place
So cold that it drains you
Of the words which
If you wrote them down
They’d set you free
So cold that they burn innocence
Just to satisfy
Their lust for fire
Yet he went back
How ludicrous, to think that
Someone
Would throw a baby back into the fire
A fire that burns like a heart
Like desire
It’s really shaped like
A heart
But it’s really
Your heart.
Your dry heart
Devoid of soul
Which they burn in lustful sacrifice
For fire
For warmth
For the things which the fallen
Wish we didn’t feel
Wish we only knew of
The things which apathy
Like Denver
Can suck right out of you.