Inevitability
I am not troubled
Dogs are
They barked incessantly through the night
And as for the stars
Those phony little diamonds of light
I hear they are melting all the while
While they drip
Their old and wizened light
Collecting dust like a memory
Do you see then
My inevitability
For love brings to us
Such sweet vulnerability
Everything in nature wears a mask
Not I
Are birds so broken hearted
They only always cry?
I would not pine for love
Where it is not defined
Around me swims
A fragile casket of flesh
Empty of even their own death
And I the last dew on a tip of leaf
Have not enough to fill
So vast a chasm yawning in their void.
I am already my own tears
And too small as well
To interrupt the loneliness
Of my consuming love
How could you not know
I am more human than meets the eye
The leaves tremble, not I
Amidst the hurricane
Of deafening jealousy.
Let the thorn bird sing
For nothing will falter the final flight of wings
Must love only come to this
A cross
Or the stake that silence the song
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