After Robert Frost
That is how the enemy anticipates our downfall
In the same manner the sky fell rain
(Or men fell trees)
like always a punctured lung
with the water seeping in
Eager tentacles bent on canoodling into my every cranny
with sole intentions of utter annihilation.
Who would have thought all of that misery could
squeeze in so narrow a heartspace?
Although…
We bore witness Bobby kneeling in the garden bed;
didn’t stand a chance against so ruthless an adversary
as bullet sharp wind--
lodged but not dead.
Well,
We all saw it and said nothing
Just as I rock to bottom
knocked clear out my axis
watched just three birds grace the cloud with their dance
After hail
After hawk talons
After drought, the affliction of fever in
Ten thousand scorching suns
And then, on their flight back
What felt like punctured lung,
the dead tree smoking a hole clear through their conscience
What could hurt more than this?
To know only three came back among millions.
I heard their wailing song and said nothing
But I am standing before you now;
If no one else will say it, I will:
I am sorry the terrors you have suffered
Lay your tired head in my lap my love.
about// for you, who survive unspeakable evils
postscript: quotation reference from Robert Frost's poem Lodged
