The first splinter left me with no wound 
No mark left on my skin 
So I didn’t think twice about letting him in 
I am impervious, I am a saint 
Now I just look at all the paint 
On the canvas floor 
Like it was enough to adore 
Someone from afar 
Just because he left the door ajar
Only to be stung by a barb in my side 
Because the people think I’m alive 
And that I bleed blue 
But I would never bleed over you 
Because you pump me red and true 
And my skin takes on a pinkish hue 
When you have been there 
And I know there’s an outpost somewhere 
They write sonnets to 
What they think is the memory of you 
When you are a living reality 
At least so far as it pertains to me 
And the winter closed in so I wore a scarf 
And on the farm my father lost a calf 
And I couldn’t cry 
For the child that had to die 
So that fate could complete 
The circuit it swore it would defeat 
With it’s electric current 
And it is not enough deterrent 
As I dip my toe in the water
And leave the adjacent fields of daughter 
For something I never knew I could be 
More than a product of history 
Or vehicle for some man to own 
So he could get where he is going 
Fast and in a haphazard fashion 
Without realising he is in danger of crashing 
Into that which he is trying to run from 
But now the river knows me I am gone 
Gone so far from the shore 
And the person they swore to adore 
They crucified 
But they didn’t realise I had died 
When they took me down from the cross 
The thought they only felt the loss 
Because the frame was barren and grey
And they say they don’t mean what they say 
That it’s only words 
Then they load em up and shoot the birds 
That fly round the house 
I call the mouse 
And the glass door slides shut 
And somewhere there is a hut 
That waits for me still 
As solitary as a flower on a window sill 
Forgotten and green 
And everything it’s always been