Did you cry for me
the way I cried for him?
Did you wait wretched, fretting,
one moment damning me
as a heartless bitch
who couldn’t spare you
a single kind word in a day,
then melting as one sweet
thought followed another,
falling around your ears
like water lily petals?
This desperate chain
and all of us links in it.
Someone did the same to him,
and now we are all
the bastard, unloved children
of some faded calamity
spawning misery in our wakes
like plague ships.
All of us knowing what we are,
watching the cankers open
and seethe and weep
wounded by our own imbecility,
carriers of this dreadful,
misshapen gene.
We do each other
such violence.
A choreography of
comic, lock-stepped
marches over the cliffs
of our hearts,
some of us with more grace
than others but always
we end up broken
on the rocks.
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