Jail

waiting for my name to be called

a thousand displaced stars descending
sparks of a cutting torch
breaching the bowels of heaven

and i'm waiting for my name to be called

where your singing voice
is only disease and filth
lined with the resin of crematoriums

and i'm waiting for my name to be called

floating prayers to the moon
to catch that current in the sky
1 1/2 months away

waiting for my name to be called