Absent Company

Why do you look so sad?
Stripping away the last pieces,
finding least of all,
minute...

Clasp your fingers around a strand,
sweat, blood, tight whitened knuckles,
it slips...
Why do you cry?

A river roaring with fear and froth,
to envelope the tears,
to drown out the moans,
grantless...

Not a star to wish upon with this forest of giants.
The poor moon impaled on one of the tallest spires,
the branches tearing at its dirty ash face.
Letter by letter a word is formed at random,
dumb lips of the light less void.

Forget that strand and those tears.
Lace your fingers together over your heaving breast.
Let that river go to its mad sordid end.

Sit by me in the shadow niche,
break the silence only with a sigh of rest,
(slice the air only with your frosted breath).
I'll be here, though unseen, though unheard.
Hidden away from the tortured moon,
keeping company with forgotten souls.

© 1998

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