Cloth on your face

The cloth on your face
hides your eyes
and betrays your heart
when it sweeps in the wind

I can see what they saw
To feel the voice
Hands twisted
The breath assembled
in order
to convey
lines of light
beneath the robes

I can follow behind
the statues of holy
that crumble as you fall
Breath baited
body reaching
to
just
have
more

I can echo the words
that fall on the podium,
lead the heros on
to victory
and blood
that runs down their shield
all the way back home

I can banish the ones
that suppress
and conceal
the colours the cloth betrays
Black over black
touch over steel
writing the time
as it goes

I can speak in the voice
that been ringing in echoes
for days
at a time,
when nothing pervades
the depth of the want
hanging in shadows,
floating away on the wind