I didn't ask for this
these lines and curves 
etched in stone
broken songs 
lost poetry
interrupted by the turning
of the sun
the moon

I didn't ask for this
the wandering strings
that tie this heart to another
held by a fish hook through
scaled flesh 
in spite of myself
broken songs
lost poetry 
interrupted by the turning 
of the sun
the moon

I didn't ask for this
when the sky is clear
or filled with enough clouds
for the setting sun to paint
and the birds fall silent 
while night creeps over
broken songs
lost poetry
interrupted by the turning
of the sun 
the moon 
~
la fraser 2025