Alice takes the teacup
Lifts it to her lips
Her hair tumbles down
Her shoulders
It is silky
Like raven feathers
My shirt has holes
It remembers every burn
The pain
The photographs
The bandages
How long have we been stuck
In this chamber
This house
This bunker
So long we have forgotten
The cause
So many signs unread
So much story unspoken
We will take our jewels
Bury them in the topsoil
Just like we take
This poem
Plant it and hope it grows
Alice puts the cup down
Smacks her lips
What a lovely cup of tea
The joy of the day
Reflected in her eyes
I lose myself
And sink into her
Ready to absorb the sun.
