I... Then!

i am... then, the fallen sparrow, the broken pane, the house where no one lives! the worn out shoes, the guitar in the closet, the child with cancer staring from the window... the book signed and forgotten beneath the pillow, the shotgun in the corner, eyes painted that hide. the telephone that doesnt ring, love stains on the sheet. the old man trying to bum a cup of coffee, and the young girl behind the counter who takes him a cup. the political prisoner, his blood on the floor. the refugee... his blood on his face! the heretic who turned away and found the face of god. the lover left alone, the darkness of night.