Tuesday, December 6, 2022


The burden of grief
would be easier 
to bear, I think

if only it were a little more 
in its slaughter;

if the knife blade 
were longer 
and a little bit sharper,

then the agony would be briefer
and the torture
might be over. 

But alas, 
as it stands, it's just
too incomplete; 

there are lapses 
where we sometimes sing
from hymnals in the evenings, 

or find ourselves undone 
by some small 
accomplishment hard-won, 

or loose track of the strain 
which was placed 
on our shoulders 

while we're marched 
through the detours 
of loveliness and laughter.