The Door

Sound of the door
closing, dividing
two spaces-

what is outside,
living, what is inside
deciding

which prayer
to recite
for the dead.

From heaven,
a fireline splits
what is clean

and forgiving
from the worried,
forgotten

describing
the difference
between skyand air.

We must survive
to the end
of surviving

and there,

in this intimate
room, this sanctioned
religion of building

a gate or a fjord,
despite our long
held resistance-

with violence
breaks open
our doors.