WHO AND WHERE

WHO & WHERE

I live on a sad street

number 14 is where I'm found

death is one of my neighbors

he lives two doors down

he's one of those neighbors who

don't borrow who just take

if he's been here yet

you're probably reading this at my wake

my doors stay shut

I'm not one for conversation

you want to speak of joy

i want to speak of lamentation

i don't pay my light bill because

light casts shadows which attack you

in your nightmares and lord knows

I've heard those

they are rumors going around 

that a stranger is coming to town

i feel ought to be excited

but the neighbors spirits are down

i see them when they discuss to

i my brothers and sisters.

i am a woman of my own

a flesh without bone

so i never feel alone

i read an old book yesterday

of man who had holes in his hands

risen from the grave and if we cry

he'd wipe our eyes oh they are here

i mean the neighbors are here at my door

i should have told you about the book

but just know it took me one hour to

realize that the man in the book was

Jesus Christ from the bible.