Without your words, my breath cracks,
dust on sand; without your words,
my limbs break, bones on graves.
Oh, my father, me too. without
Can even this be stolen? your words
No syllables of blessing left?
No mouthed morsel of hope? Oh, my father,
I alone am the hunted, your words,
trapped and slain, me, too
the spoils stolen again, me, too,
that fair enemy,