Twitching in the morning light
a bead on the brow 

Bitten driven

Twisted turned

Torn

Rebuilt 
Regrown  

Burned down

Resurrected 

Enshrined 

Entombed 
 
A decade later

Here I am

My head still in my hands

Is it prayer or despair?

Only I know 

On that day
I could take the turn 

And then beauty 

Walks through the door

And all the old men stay

Inside this coffee driven

Nervous nail 

Of Nashville

On this hot 

And swollen day