Kelly Matthews English
Let me teach you how to lie.
Each night locks turned
we sing: I’m not afraid to die.
Deep in sleep we meet
a heavier freight; face the stone
space inside the mind. You see
I am afraid of everything
because I cannot close my eyes.
Once a mother lost her children
and saw forever
how they looked at Death,
still back he gazed–
red underripe lips, they were gone
into the rest of it
and all that came, a dumb-rent nothing.
I want you to repeat after me.
When he comes, I want you to sing it
just like this. I want you to
close your eyes to the dark and
use this trick, steal away.