ice burn

there is hope the words will be there
to reason against cold silence
or maybe the walls will rise again
but the screams inside have changed anyway
from the muddy banks of the wishka
to the sunny plains of jerusalem
from windows looking on empty roads
to where the souls amiss gather
and sometimes all the languages in the world
would not describe a man's farthest reaches

neon the night alive
so these bones can walk again
burn the streets alight
take the trip to its end