Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into an artifice of eternity.

Friday, December 18, 2015


~For JH~

I never was seen and yet I never felt
my absence enough to pity its passing –
It went along until I had vanished
as one pulse overtakes another,
unnoticed, unremarked, and unremarkable.

Some regard what never was
as a missed opportunity, but not I –
seventy or eighty or so spins (if lucky)
around the sun and hemmed at each end
by nothingness is not the stuff of regret:

I’ve taken that fodder from other stores
that left their mark – no need to mention what –
words echo silence for if an unheard word
is spoken is that not silence itself
refusing to be and yet still being?

A man like a tree ghosts his own absence,
his fruit falls on fallow ground,
his branches lose their leaves,
and yet he lives on from season to season,
thriving into silence, anonymity, presence.

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