Annoyed at remembering you

I tease the dog into play

In his excitement he nips

Reminded of you twice

In one day

From the birthing shores to the fallen drones, all is silence

As we push on through the swollen morn, all is silence

We awake new people each day

But haunt our lives away with tales of error and woe

When we can make our own stories now, all is silence

Beyond the niceties I know I am no mother

For of my three none grows, all embedded in therapies and unsweet dreams

For a man I let crawl into their heads as i dumbly ate my cud no mother bear nor lioness pricked her ears until the disaster had struck

The roar become a wailing, the defense become stuck

Upon the rock of discontent, our city drops its skirts

Inhales the dust and detritus, declares itself at home

When all around on higher climes, the air perfumed in rose

Tis not for me, my city claims

I’d rather lie in dirt.

What mighty terror keeps me bound

Adjusts my lenses badly

And tinkles out life’s little sounds

As vermin in the city?

Tis naught but me! frail and sad

Upon my own chest beating

Such fiery words- I cannot tell

Myself from self in bleating

All hell fell down

And I bent to pick up my pen

To snap it in half

And swear I’ll never begin again

Until I came across your poem

And felt within me the ink stir

Thank you, Sir,

For your kind words

And here it begins

A shake of the pen

A tabloid of niceties fresh and pressed

Undoing all the truths I’ve laid bare

Undoing all the feathers in the air

From the cat and his claws

Pause

Amazing is in the details