In This Stillness

Holes in the cloth
Seeds and grain fall from my sides
In the gloom my eyes
Are black stones
But how they yawn for light
When silence grips its knuckles white
I hear gasping all around
Nobody finds his treasure safe
In this stillness
The wider field
Where a carcass glows
The wider field
Is darker than the sky
On the wide crystal chandelier
With its jewels hanging upwards
Toward the air
Each one a world i do not spoil
A crushing beast with pity’s stare
Will charge at me until i am found