03-12-2023, 03:37 AM
Coda for a Silent Response
Today, the dog park topic
was Death.
I know the loss,
but no longer the urge
to desecrate that void
with words to strangers.
Noon, and the sun distills my silence
into a cardinal’s song.
Coda for a Silent Response
Today, the dog park topic was Death:
wives lost, decomposed bodies, cancer.
I know the loss,
but not the urge
to desecrate that void
with words to strangers.
At noon:
the sun stills the memory
with a cardinal’s song.
Silent Response
This morning
the dog park topic
was Death:
wives lost, decomposed bodies, cancer.
I should have been more
empathetic: I know the loss,
but not the urge
to desecrate that void
with words to strangers.
Illumination at noon:
the sun tossing Death aside,
pulling up the cardinal
I’m listening to now.
Silent Response
Today, the dog park topic was Death:
wives lost, decomposed bodies, cancer.
I should have been empathetic:
I know the loss, but not the urge
to desecrate the void with words to strangers.
Redeemed by noon’s bitter sun, I repent,
like the cardinal I’m listening to now.
Senecio’s High Noon Saturday
I grow dirty,
let my beard go native,
find most people tiresome
or terrifying, sometimes both at the same time.
Today, the dog park topic
was death.
Jeez Louise, I know enough of death.
Now I know more,
but there are no answers in talk,
hearing that static, that white noise
reminds me: Death demands my absolute attention
like the cardinal I’m listening to now.
Senecio’s High Noon Saturday
Before second childhood
comes second puberty,
I grow dirty,
let my beard go native,
find most people tiresome
or terrifying.
Today, the dog park topic
was death.
Jeez Louise, I know enough of death.
Now I know more,
but it’s no solution, just to talk,
talk is static. White noise.
Death demands your absolute attention
like the cardinal I’m listening to now.
Today, the dog park topic
was Death.
I know the loss,
but no longer the urge
to desecrate that void
with words to strangers.
Noon, and the sun distills my silence
into a cardinal’s song.
Coda for a Silent Response
Today, the dog park topic was Death:
wives lost, decomposed bodies, cancer.
I know the loss,
but not the urge
to desecrate that void
with words to strangers.
At noon:
the sun stills the memory
with a cardinal’s song.
Silent Response
This morning
the dog park topic
was Death:
wives lost, decomposed bodies, cancer.
I should have been more
empathetic: I know the loss,
but not the urge
to desecrate that void
with words to strangers.
Illumination at noon:
the sun tossing Death aside,
pulling up the cardinal
I’m listening to now.
Silent Response
Today, the dog park topic was Death:
wives lost, decomposed bodies, cancer.
I should have been empathetic:
I know the loss, but not the urge
to desecrate the void with words to strangers.
Redeemed by noon’s bitter sun, I repent,
like the cardinal I’m listening to now.
Senecio’s High Noon Saturday
I grow dirty,
let my beard go native,
find most people tiresome
or terrifying, sometimes both at the same time.
Today, the dog park topic
was death.
Jeez Louise, I know enough of death.
Now I know more,
but there are no answers in talk,
hearing that static, that white noise
reminds me: Death demands my absolute attention
like the cardinal I’m listening to now.
Senecio’s High Noon Saturday
Before second childhood
comes second puberty,
I grow dirty,
let my beard go native,
find most people tiresome
or terrifying.
Today, the dog park topic
was death.
Jeez Louise, I know enough of death.
Now I know more,
but it’s no solution, just to talk,
talk is static. White noise.
Death demands your absolute attention
like the cardinal I’m listening to now.