My Silhouette, Darling

Sihlo Sass

Notes

Photo by Abby White
Hey Hero (rebirth) Mat Gould Hey Hero I am the  revolution no scream no whimper no warning jes a sirens drizzle  and a throat torn from its neck Hey Hero I am the revolution  still standing still in front of the sun casting ecliptic  shadows on mornings naked body and the songbird alarms Hey Hero  I am the revolution ashes reclaim the flame as the  cinder remembers the fire the single star of day breaks the diamond  horizon Hey Hero I am the revolution who will rescue me if I  was the river I too would return to the sea but this flesh we  shed insulates bone and the heart beat breaks sinking into the earth  tears evaporate into blood stain Hey Hero I am the  revolution dancing in the dust its all that is left the  hunger has eaten itself vanished w/o escape devoured all resource  hauled its corpse back to the womb now an ancient ruin covered  only by a dry sky Hey Hero I am the revolution word is a kiss  embraced by the wind rain on my lips drip into the last nomads  hand an avalanche of vision burns through the smokestack resin once  the light has warmed the dead Hey Hero I am the revolution my own  ghost against the night like the wings of a battle cry

Photo by Abby White

Hey Hero (rebirth)
Mat Gould


Hey Hero
I am the revolution
no scream
no whimper
no warning
jes a sirens drizzle
and
a throat torn from its neck
Hey Hero
I am the revolution
still
standing
still
in front of the sun
casting ecliptic shadows on mornings naked body
and
the songbird alarms
Hey Hero
I am the revolution
ashes
reclaim
the flame
as
the cinder remembers the fire
the single star of day
breaks
the diamond horizon
Hey Hero
I am the revolution
who will rescue me
if
I was the river
I too
would return to the sea
but
this flesh we shed insulates bone
and
the heart beat breaks
sinking into the earth
tears evaporate
into
blood stain
Hey Hero
I am the revolution
dancing in the dust
its all
that is
left
the hunger has eaten itself
vanished w/o escape
devoured all resource
hauled its corpse back to the womb
now
an ancient ruin
covered only by a dry sky
Hey Hero
I am the revolution
word is a kiss
embraced by the wind
rain on my lips
drip
into the last nomads hand
an avalanche of vision
burns through the smokestack resin
once the light has warmed the dead
Hey Hero
I am the revolution
my own ghost against the night
like the wings of a battle cry