Bawyad beneveesam
vakhtee eenjur cheezaw
ettefawgh meeohfteh…
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See faces
morphed by grief.
See the light leave the eyes
of the bereaved.
See silence
like the conversational cobwebs
of, ‘My love, I do not know
what I could possibly say
to remedy such things.’
There is nothing one can do,
nothing to be done.
Like the glimmering black of a bird,
it comes and is known,
and the helpless heart is taken
captive by its leeching talons,
bled of all resilience,
until there is nowhere left to turn
save to God, or else drown
in the oceans of Sorrow
that exist in this World.
09/30/2016
Richmond