Come down,
Every ounce of you is filled with fire
See, through tears
Tattered hands receive you
An open hearth awaits your blackened toes
Come in,
Take off your iron cloak
Sent with flowers
Back in rags
Raised a boy in chains
Back a man in flames
Come through,
Invert your empty purse
No longer turn on yourself
With bloodied whips
Spoons, belts and slippers
But hospitality
Come up,
You’re not meant for crawling.
Rise,
Sharpen your dreams.