Fear not the voices of men.nDraw their words on your backnCarry them above allnTo speak again, blue tongued.nnNot my hand will be takennNeither will I rest on our sonsnMy teeth will stay here in the groundnFloating, like dimming lights.nnCaught in the darknCaught in the pastnThis near black pastnThis near black heart.nnI am not what is left behindnYou are not what's still to comenIt hides in both of usnWilling to emerge.