I went down to the river
To the world of all souls.
Where the coldest and most ruthless
Prepare to get broken
Only to learn of the tenderness in their howl--
A proper mess of things
Here is the deepest secret nobody knows
Of shards for the sharpest parts
The smoke of my own breath
That does not know why it flows singing.
I am a victim of introspection
Clouds drift across the silverware.
Silent the woods are and gray
Joy's voice so peacefully departed
I wander all night in my vision
Where you hear the cigarette burn
Squelching and squelching through the beautiful red.
To drain out blood and burn together.
Already gone before the stars were gone.
Into the commonest ash.
Walt Whitman, Isra Ah-Thibeh, Atticus, JmStorn, Daniel Saint, Cynthia go, Linda Hogan, Sylvia Plath, Langston Hughes, E.E. Cummings, Christina Rossetti, David Berman, Pablo Neruda, John Masefield, Lucy Maud Montgomery, Edgar Allen Poe, Gwendolyn Brooks