Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Kit Kelen #334 - tears


are from another world
of other hearts
in other eyes

even wept for yourself

tears are off-track
not of this day

they are strange
eye wellings
duct emptyings

pain might summon
absence often

time will heal
the wound we are

tears are the bitter memory shed
won't we return to them?

call them for some abstract occurrence
love, nation, anything you sing

bear your grief in buckets
and all the tribe's as well

so oceans have been salted off
and fish hung out to dry

in moments beyond
reason or caring

just as when some story touches
and other hearts are mine

till you're blind
with some shuddering truth

till the salt sea
laps at ears

and no one will
know why 


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