My quiver is nearly empty
My forefingers calloused but softly
That day that we switched off the heater
And we turned on the fan
We sat waiting with older couples
On three TVs we saw the rubble
Of a town not far down the river
And then we ate our Italian food
You held yourself just like you always do
I just felt lucky to be anywhere with you
Please let me leave with something more than death
Or you think I'm scared of the hollow threats that you said?
Vanquish the brilliant lights swirling 12-feet pyre
Falling embers almost caught the trees on fire
I hear voices in the wind
The window will not let them in
It's just the agents passing by
They live beside us and in every word we write
But we will argue about the details
My quiver is nearly empty
Now I clutch it close to my body
Just in case someone tries to stop me
I'll hold it 'till I'm dying
Today the smog sits upon our town
This feels worse than cigarettes
Fireworks burn above the trees
As I try to mend the open wound that is my family
