i am  ©

i am
the last poem
etched by the finger of the sword,
stained with the blood of verse!
when i cry, i lose tears,
and i cry e'en more.
my tears well, and my wells dry,
and i become a desert. a desert!

i am
the last poem
read by the thunderous throat of the sky,
rained upon earth without love!
when i love not, i save more tears,
and i love not e'en more.
but my tears swell, and my swells burst,
and i become a catastrophe. a catastrophe!

i am
the last poem
etched and reading like an epitaph,
the last words to the soul of a stone!
when i'm spoken, i make tears fall,
and i fall inside of me.
my tears stream, and my streams flow,
till i become interlacustrine. interlacustrine!
   
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From my published collections "Thirty Four Minutes" ©