sections of writ

 
i write about frightened children
and boys torn by war
i write about fairies
  trapped in greenhouses
and crickets that used to be girls
i am a mess

by mess i mean
i'm all over the place
with the writs of the gods
and such

i gather the words
as the landscape gathers the storm
the stories are there
i gather and write while here

i bring them to our dimension - bare
i can scarce in scare
take time enough from my life
to get it all down