Sitting
Sitting and observing
The world
As it goes… there
I don’t know
What to keep from it
My old body
Just does not want to know
My old shirt
Lies on the ground
I think it was from somewhere
My eyes sparkle but I do not want to know
My family is here somewhere
Why do I keep on trying
There are tears in me I am trying to share
But the body prevents it
From lying
Still from somewhere
There are tunes that do not need to be played
I prefer
The silence
As it is always… walking towards me
The shrill cry
The never going back
And I say time is rude
Let me stay a little while
But I am just sitting
And there is a hole in me
I want to know more
Or at least hide from
I cannot… share
The emptiness I feel is continuous
My family…
My mother is old now
And she will die
I cannot stand the thought
And as we draw close
There is a shudder
My Body Is Pulverized
By the rude incantations of others
That is all that we live on
Possessio
