They stand together in the rain
He knows he’s lost but there’s no pain
The cold stiletto in her hand
She doesn’t even know it’s there
That steel so fine the blade so thin
The edge so keen it almost sings
Balanced weightless in her hand
The rain is soft upon her hair
And she speaks red words like burning embers
Soft sounds and notes he will remember
Every day of his long dead life
Still and quiet picture framed
Gentle patting of the rain
The cold stiletto moves so slow
It barely seems to move at all.
Just inside the floating rib
Crimson fountains from its nib
Cells divide before its path
Defenceless living pieces fall.
And she spoke red words like burning embers
Soft sounds and notes he has remembered
Every day of his long dead life
Time and rain are falling still
The boulder braced upon the hill
The cold stiletto stings the soul
Although the scar is faint and thin.
Beyond a picture in her mind
A place she never thought she’d find
She sends her steel across the years
A razor line under the skin.
And the blade aches cold within him
Black ice for his heart to live in
Every day of his long dead life.
