The void became the beggar’s bowl I’m holding for a body left bloody on the parapet while I’m left howling: “Fool!” For who’s the fool but I left ascribing blame on behalf of those and God became as absent as the salve I have to soothe my aching heart; when loneliness proclaims the evitable demand… Continue reading the tower (the beggar)
Month: March 2021
the tower (the news)
Some days no one else lives in the tower, while on yet other days it’s brimming over with parading cavalcades of visitors; inhabitants who would rather knock the walls searching for news than hear melodic and refrain the remnant of what’s gone; it confuses them and her– they know she likes to tell them stories–… Continue reading the tower (the news)
the tower (ashes)
I am waking up again to the sound of silences remaining in the stead of your arriving to abate me what is left now you are gone– I could weigh the presences I’m mourning and place against the flesh that is protesting at the length of days a talisman accounting for the pain; for shame… Continue reading the tower (ashes)
the tower (falls)
The top has been struck by lightning twice; it is on fire with flame and the sound of their scream reaching out to touch her I feel the sense of urgency growing like a knot in the ground at the baby’s howling: there’s a feeling you’re supposed to have when you know you’re being wrong;… Continue reading the tower (falls)