Sound of the door
closing, dividing
two spaces-
what is outside,
living, what is inside
deciding
which prayer
to recite
for the dead.
From heaven,
a fireline splits
what is clean
and forgiving
from the worried,
forgotten
describing
the difference
between sky
and air.
We must survive
to the end
of surviving
and there,
in this intimate
room, this sanctioned
religion of building
a gate or a fjord,
despite our long
held resistance-
with violence
breaks open
our doors.
