Where We Are Going

we didn't ask the directions back
where we are going there is not trap door
no false walls, no trick bookcases and no
hollowed books

things are harder and brighter where we are going
where we are going is no reflection of where we have gone
before

the house in my dreams with the roof caving in,
it won't be there

the stairway that twists and chips its way
underground and ends in a tiled bathtub full of
rust blood stains water death and sacrifice

will never be again

and the reflecting pool that has been there for
longer than the earth it is set in, the grey water
beckoning the light infecting and the bodies
you are sure line the bottom sliming
and dancing disintegration

will not be there

the stone house it is set in
the moss falling over everything

will not be there

the beast and his voice
will not be there

i will not look over my shoulder
and you will not fall asleep drunk
and uncovered

it will be larger than the rock
that choked you
and smaller than the wishbone
with which you pick your teeth

the kingdom will unfold
like an ink stain on a
wedding dress

and there will be no one to tend
to the stain

and everything will become the color
of new sky