I heard the birds chirping

and I became enlightened.

Off the heads of peeking worms,

through the thick of mud soiled to

carefully stepped feet,

the song of the day was my scream

inside a barrel.

I stopped numbering the days and

wondering if the sun still shined.

All this time,

what I hadn’t known

or didn’t want to believe is that

people died because God didn’t

make hearts indestructible.