Silence Eternal

I would ask you

if you could hear

if you WOULD hear

whose tears

water this earthen mound

beneath which you sleep

in eternal slumber?

for they belong

not to I

a vessel of drought

sunken by affection

gone dry,

or the long passed dew

squandered before

a midday sun sky

yet in death

as in life

you offer me nothing

but head stoned silence

and the endless torture

of your secrets

that you wear

like a cloak

cocooning you forever

in your grave.