July changes everything and nothing

silence sits in the house by the bay

some are sleeping

some are woken

where rage has invaded our dreams

when we wake we can only speak of

uncertain rest, the morning fog in our

heads, where we have been and will

go, silent beyond the inferno

we will gather to pay tribute
to unspeakable love

and shy away from crimes

committed in its name

where the cry of a bird meets

the silence of a grave

we will stand on the edge

waiting to crumble, or to burn