There is a man outside my window.
I fear not the sounds he’s got-
The distant humming of a war,
the silenced voice of God.
His face is full of anger.
He seeks one who prays.
One who covets his secrets;
One who craves his defects.
We've come too far.
The signs are in the stars.
Told myself to calm my mind,
but he‘s been here all this time.
I wonder where we are?
The sky is laced in tar.
I count my days so please, please forgive me, Father.
I am falling apart.
The world is bright tonight,
but I still hide my eyes.
There is a man outside my window.
I feel him peer inside my home.
The glass was foggy once,
but now the dust is gone.
There is a man outside my window.
I find his body quite absurd.
I saw it rising from the dirt,
though I create what makes him work.
If I were God, I would know who to save.
If I lost my eyes, I would always be safe.
If I give myself up, I won't have to wait
for the fire to crack the panes of glass,
and the man outside my window will fly away.
Everything Katie Dill does is absolutely incredible. Her writing is phenomenal and her arrangements of folk tunes are some of the best I've heard. Haunting, experimental, and beautiful. Andrew Preston