You make it so that I

Have to reach far for

Skyscrapers

Just as I have asked You

And I’d pay for more

Wanting and not wanting

But wanting

To stop the babies’ moan

For the low same pacifier

I would have slept just fine without

And better without the dying

All those arrows from the quiver

And none closer to warring well

For nothing is the prize

When death is the price

And I die and we die and there is waste

A whole lot of years, waste

And look, the tiniest turnaround

The most minuscule sacrifice

Leaps me to large hopefulness

And I’d pay for more

Wanting but not wanting

But wanting