A Bit Better

Words are clay for sculptures, and for dwellings and for lives

Nicknames code for partnership, and for love that never dies

Progress comes when kindness comes from trauma in disguise

Protest ends in embrace while we calmly compromise

And I find myself wishing the dead could visit us

So we could hear them laugh, with their bellies

So you could see them, and they could know you

And you would both know me, you'd both know me

A bit better too

A bit better too