Kings

He wrapped his face in cloth
And went out to the mouth
Of the cave. Then a voice,

A still, small voice, told him
What to do next. He did
Not ask why the voice was

Small and still. He did not
Ask where that voice came from.
At the mouth of a cave,

The earth breathes out that voice,
Not like the roar of storms,
Not like dry gusts of wind.

A sigh that says the same
Sigh, night on day, that voice
Says you can go and do

All the things done to kings,
That still, small voice that still
Sighs here once things are done.