by Gail M Feldman

Created on: September 30, 2010   Last Updated: December 08, 2011

Deep Field, Shallow Field

Deep field, shallow field, all bones.
Deep field, shallow field, all bones
and tender skin. No one gets out
(alive), no one gets in.
Who are you? Let me guess, you're...
Who are you? Let me guess: you're
no one I know. Welcome, stranger;
I think it's time to go.
My guess is, pain doesn't reach you.
My guess is, you want to die.
My guess is, you don't mind starving.
I've never heard you ask why.
You ask in a different language. You ask a god I deny.
Your despair is like poison,
your hope, an animal cry.
I'm the only friend I need. I'm the only one who feels
I'll never die. The job is filled.
No strangers need apply.

I dreamed I woke in a desert,
paradise upset by war.
I woke to my dream existence,
newspaper under the door.
I saw your newspaper blanket,
torn like the old shirt you wore.
MY classroom, MY office, MY home!
I don't know you anymore.
I'm the only one who cries.
I'm the only one who knows
I'll never die. I don't need you.
No strangers need apply.

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