Silent whereas no one
Gives a “shit.”
Whereas a single voice or one still moment in
its measure linger,
This message, “unrecieved.”
Where no amount of time, wine-roses or memories can heal.
As human falls, fails broken, out of reason.
Long letters written, months recorded days, photographs and longings,
And unrelenting dreams.
The cold earth, this cold world
Which still compels,
The embodiment or abandonment, of spirit.
Where all of your magnificent angels have flown, and have now fallen below,
To the pavement.
Love, no longer a poem but only a word,
Too slow to process.
Poet, out of time place and season.
In thy soul, thy breaking heart obscured, silent.
Whereas no one gives a “shit.”
This message “unrecieved.”