Wish I needed to hammer
more than two nails.
Give chaos back some clamour,
be safely what assails.

More than two nails
impale my heart to hold it,
be safely what assails–
needles and gold knit

impale my heart to hold it,
pulsating through mesh and duct tape,
needles and gold knit.
Is repair escape?

Pulsating through mesh and duct tape
after so much violence,
is repair escape?
Is there ever silence?

After so much violence
give chaos back some clamour.
Is there ever silence?
Wish I needed to hammer.