Open your lips and sing until all the dead things have come streaming out.
Purge your esophagus of all the bile that swirls around in the back of your throat
Choking your capacity to taste and see.
Arresting your ability to see and know.
Now drink up
Tip back this bitter cup and let its craven contents claw its way into your consciousness.
Swallow every drop of wound and weary wrenched from broken hearts and battered minds
Until your Lily liver protests the pain.
Until your spleen has been revived.
Now speak up
Open your lips and cry until all the dead things have been buried in marked graves.
Teach your tongue to tear down soiled kings and stony kingdoms.
Let the melody be for freedom.
Let the harmony be for all.
Now be silent