Cacophony scrape,

My sound and

The sound of forgiveness.

I once thought the sound of death,

But know that blackness has a stillness

Unreplicated. This is movement,

Sheet metal across gravel

Ready to awaken the God of heat

As it strides the exterior wall of someone’s house.

Sound deep in your teeth,

Scrape

The rest of my memories

Away from my hands.

This is sound, remind me,

That it is a mirror, not recorder,

And I have no right

To hold it in my hand.