miles: ideas for our team piece.

Flies find what’s died and
Maggots have festered into mortal skin
Insects are born again
Inside us
People go from singing to
buzzing like cicadas
To silence
It happens
Everyday

Because when a wife loses her husband she’s a widow
When a child loses a parent he’s an orphan
But when a parent loses a child there’s no word for that
Just spirit broken
When eyes transform from windows
To doors that ever open
Have you ever looked into the eyes of a homeless person?
Of course not.