Somebody Dies
When you love somebody
Somebody dies
You are that somebody.
You are now dead
You become the person
Somebody else has fallen in love with
That’s who you are now
An object of love
It's a tragedy
All those years of hard work and grit
Carving out a sense of self
From a slab of heavy stone
Now a statue in the rain
An empty cathedral on Sunday night
Not the tree anymore
Just a warm nest
Waiting for your morning song
Not an ocean
But this little boat buffeted
By the swells of a black sea
Nobody drowns
Nor is there thought
Of retreating into safe harbors
Of former selves
In the morning we wash up
On the shore of an undiscovered island
First thing we hear is the cannibals
Beating their drums
But I’m the one who is loved!
We both shout at the same time
Over the churlish din of waves crashing
Then we begin to fight
Fists and scratching
Rocks and gouging
Vengeance for the dead
We mourn
1 comment:
Thought provoking. I love it!
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