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
At last we know
Redeemed, remade thou didst present
For Chuck Parker
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
He crept down back stairs
Little metal hook
He stepped on wet grass
Felt gun’s weight in hand.
“Don’t know why I have to be so quiet,
As if I can hide.”
Wouldn’t have worked any other way.
May 28, 2009