all things unto themselves

 


the universe does
not hunger

the seas do not
cry

the summer sky
has no heart to
break

the mountains
have foresworn
love

the earth shows
no concern
for history
 
and you
             (my last love)

an angel carved into
stone
now

lips muted to
prayer

wings grey, weathered

              covered by moss

a taciturn watch
over my
rest

never knowing

never caring

about
heaven