Behind Closed Doors
Updated: Oct 11, 2022
Like green hands blest,
they grow twig to seedling
in the dying hedge
of the depressed,
and with the sun at their backs,
cup the light on their shoulders
and convey it to strangers
on the edge,
yet
like a shadow that never leaves,
block the light from entering
their kindreds’ blue chests
with their fists and lust for incest.