how dare you, they say,
we are who you owe
we gave you this life
and ours is your soul

how dare you not listen
how dare you not care
what our mouths want to see
what our ears want to hear
who are, who were you, how came you to be
to stand here before us, too strange and too free?

so there I stand
in silence alone
watch crowding wrath
of dark-martyred bones
their flock falters, shatters, fool’s gold to stone
and my song echoes: I am my own home

moami