Thy Kingdom Come
How come
These burning leaves come
These slicing winds come
These hollow things come
Come they down the road
Come they by the trains
Come they by the door
Knock knock knock my head in
Come they come and knock my head in.
How come my muscles
Stiffen and jerk
How come my stool
Blooms red and ribbons
How come my skin
Be pallid or cruddy
How come
They come
Oh they surely come.
Come without names
Come without invitations
Come with bales of garbage
Come with foul smells and dead badgers
Come with mice skeletons
Come with ants in jello
Come with buckets
All with holes in them
All with holes in them.
Come come
They say, come through the window
Come come
They say, come up the chimney
Come come
They sneer, come through the keyhole
Come come
They come, how fervent they come.
How come
These commers keep coming
Coming with cryptic threats
And sticky hands, come come
They grab, yank, wail,
Come come!
Come come!
With slippery eyes
That roll and circle
And mouths that yawn
Tired by the ordeal.
So tired.
All tired.
Come they come.
I am tired
Come I to the bed
I am dizzy
Come I to the floor
I am aching
Come I to the bath
I am nauseous
Come I to the sidewalk
I am lonesome
Come I to the bottom step.
How come
How come these angry things come
How come these sad things come
And come
And come
Arriving
They are here to stay.
Written September 11th, 2023. Unpublished piece.
Renwick Berchild 