For Jane, Valentine’s Day 2015
I weep. The snow encases grief in silent white
Cement that crumbles. Cold ignites the frozen tears
That dry the rotting purpose of silent noisome light.
My words are paper matches flung against the starless night
And sunless days of deepest space when all is gone
To less than nothing. Nothing moves and nothing sings.
My soul aches silence none can hear or feel or see;
That none can taste or smell or sense. The maggots chew
The sounding strings and chew the echoed body’s boards.
Five times this day has come. Five times this day has passed.
For fifty months this salt has seared my days and nights
And tried to cleanse my heart and tried to scald my mind.
The snow may fall, the wind may rise, the cold may pierce
And shriek the void; still, dawn will come and I will rise
And sing the song and dance the dance ’til time and space both end.
All my love, always and all ways,
Hubby
