Rock Accountant

Not Enough to say

It is not enough to say,
“All is lost.”
When my love is that
which God has tossed,
Just out of my reach
for all my days.
Laying grief upon me
in all familiar ways.
To invent the world,
where one must fathom,
hearts dropped like leaves,
into a black chasm.
I arch my back and scream,
“No, take me.”
But God just stands there
like a tree.

Satchels of Silence

Men carry silence
in satchels
filled with oaths,
weaved loosely
from malice and murder.
All we are certain of
is that we have forgotten

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