the meaning of it all

was it so simple

as the swallow opened

in the middle of our world

my eyes staring out the sockets

into the void, we all sat around

in our haunches, unable to speak

as it swallowed up our world

and the best of us

and the rest of us

and there is no we

just I, ugly and clinging

did I shuffle backward

on my haunches

staring staring

at them go

I did 

push some in myself

I do feel the hands

in the small of my back

my people, mia famiglia

pushing, pushing

at least my child, not

my child, oh whats the difference

its so beautiful

we're all staring staring

at nothing at all

staring right back at us

mirror mirror

was I ever here after all