Red Hawk

These Thoughts That Are Running Through Our Heads

They do not belong to us, yet
we take them as our own,
as our very selves and let
them lead us blindly, though
they take us down dark alleys alone;
into places of terrible suffering we go

until one day after patient and long
observation we see that these
phantoms we listen to, sing our deathsong;
they are not what they appear to be:
like a beautiful woman you love to please
and you find out that she

sleeps with evil men and is their whore
and you do not want her anymore.