I Long For Tears

I LONG FOR TEARS


This pavement does not speak,
I cannot hear the earth beneath.
Its mouth is stuffed with
the desires of the dead.
The only words I possess are obsolete.
There are no bodies anymore, only shadows.
The shadows are straight lines, not curved.
The shadows do not have hips or lips.
The shadows do not have pale blue eyes.

It was long ago, but I still recall the words
spoken by the dirt around the roots of the pine.
The gulf copied blonde hair in the crests
of its waves.

Now mirrors are useless, I cannot see myself.
I am no longer flesh,
but a sculpture carved by a stranger.
I can't even cry, only stones fall from my eyes.


Duane Locke

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