The Meeting

A little girl sits alone in silence
Playing her hair like a violin
Too many trembling nights has been laid down beside her
Too many encounters with those carnal sins

An old man is building up a fire
His dead wife's clothes is the offering
Too many memories has suffocated his hours
Too much confusion around the suffering

This is where the I is lost
This is the axe that cuts right through the stem
- and then -
This where the we is lost
Where others become us, us become them, and then...

She puts her feet on and walks into the forest
She sees a smoke sign signaling
Come break the bread with me a soothing whisper
Come taste the hope and hear obese women sing

Out of the fire now his wife is rising
Just like a spirit forms in candomblé
Come taste my lips she says before this moment passes
Come lay me down
And undress all of my tears

This is where the I is lost
This is the axe that cuts right through the stem
- and then -
This where the we is lost
Where others become us, us become them, and then

The wolf beside her drooling and panting
It tears her clothes off and tastes her skin
She cries and tells it I am so glad that you found me
She softly whimpers let us die here my friend

He pulls her closer a shivering beauty
Paler and younger then she's ever been
He cries and picks her up and walks into the fire
Cries out his answer
Yes, together now well end

This is where the I is lost
This is the axe that cuts right through the stem
- and then -
This where the we is lost
Where others become us, and us become them, and then...