I am

[Obadiah Grey]

the unborn witness of birth and death.


The surface of my breath is separated into boxes: souls growing, slow,
And in my shadow-stuffed hollows, I swallow my souls alone.



Inside, they know,
I am the one who loves them so.

Found this strangely interesting; normally I'd say ditch the "souls" as they have been done to death by far better poets than frequent these pages, but even that hackneyed word seems to fit somehow.

Obi.