How do we cope with the days after a death?
Empty days. Nothing left.
Not even a funeral.
I see shapes forming inside paintings.
Animals and humans, row upon row.
Walking towards something.
Waiting for something.
Im looking for an answer,
me and a million others.
Disbelievers.
Deserted lovers.
Dear God, youd better not let me down
this time.
Cracks in the canvas
look like roads
that never end. |
Polly,
go to sleep.
You have
no one to wait for.
But Polly
hears another
voice.
Outside
the window,
the voices
of 10,000 angels.
10,000 lives
that lived
before. |
