You Becoming Silhouette

and you are not there

it is both strange

and familiar a small thing really

new toothpaste in the mouth

the texture, the taste, the smell of it

new and old

we see now that leaving

is just another death

begun at the instant

of conception and inevitable

in its dark conclusion

this is the inverse of the sacred

the soul, out there, flails

about in the desperate search

for self as defined by other

the next other always greener

the moon is in eclipse tonight

a shining blazing shadow

has eaten you darkness

has a new definition

I will beat drums make

blood sacrifices to drive away

your death to change the rules

to discover alchemy

down in the meadow silence

is the new reality is black

also the absence of sound?

the hole left by your voice


I had expected the whoosh of

an owl dropping expected to utter

some feeble cry of resignation but

there is only August descending

into December and

you becoming silhouette


Comments (0)

There is no comment submitted by members.