They cemented the hill
That’s what you do
When the road runs out
We walk to the top
We like it here
It is removed
Like mud in our ears
The tree stump was a tight circle
When we first came back
From that place
You know
Now it is splitting
Disconnecting
Like skin
Like us
We put mud in our ears
We do not like it here
The clock with no hands turns
We go to the red door
It has a black carving
A woman’s head
We want to touch her
But we keep walking
Such beautiful doors are not meant for us
We go to one building
Then another
We are not sure if it is the right place
The place we should be
It doesn't really matter any more
We take a seat
Our voice fills the room
Removed
Like mud
We wonder if it is really us
We wonder
And then we leave
We are running out of road I whisper
I won’t say her name
You know who it is
I have to keep her safe
That is why
That is why
We walk fast
The brown boots
Splitting
Like skin
Like us
I Repair the breaks
Like mud on our skin
We are cold and tired
But we must keep walking
Even when the road ends
We must.
