Psalm 91

 we kept your brain
 in the basement safe
 while the artillery raged

 fed it stale air spoke
 softly over the mechanic
 hum and thud

 and now it's a silent
 spring the metal pipes
 end in the clouds
 over split buildings

 all the blood leaks
 onto empty streets
 and into dead earth

 but still this brain
 will breathe
 and weep
 and sing
 once we've reconnected the body