Dear tender heart, dear restless soul
How hard it is to let thee go
Your murmured prayers
Our bitter tears
Seem helpless ‘neath the hammered blows
The last long moments, tended sure
By angels holding Father’s face
To see thy limbs,
Thy heart, thy self
Be healed by such costly Grace.
And now we yearn, and weep and rage
Our grief aroused until ‘tis spent
Exhausted thus
At last we know
Redeemed, remade thou didst present
For Chuck Parker
2012
Thanks to MD
The dream crab told me
“You and all the other weeping women must die.”
God forgive me, but is this the
Same creature who not so long ago said I was the only one,
The one and only, the one and only one whom ever could ever be
Once and for all part and all,
Answer and question
And now because I weep I must die?
All is loneliness.
Forgive me, but this does not seem fair.
I have no longer tits to suckle; this is why
I weep.
He crept down back stairs
Screen door
Little metal hook
Went outside
Dog followed.
He stepped on wet grass
Stopped
Felt gun’s weight in hand.
“Don’t know why I have to be so quiet,
As if I can hide.”
Shot dog
Then himself
Wouldn’t have worked any other way.
May 28, 2009
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