Was it not you,
Whole
and neat in intact?
As
if I had not met you before
So
broken in memory.
Was
it not you,
Lush
and green in turgidity?
As
if I had not met you before
So
broken in fertility.
Was
it not you,
Built
and firm in beauty?
As
if I had not met you before
So
broken in attraction.
So
dreamy were the days
None
of us ever wanted to wake up
But
time’s sharp incisors enter deep into my navel
A
deep pain of reality awakes me.
So
broken,
How
broken!
This
tender field of corn
Soon
becomes wild dried hay
Smiles
can hide but age’s wrinkles
Strength
can prevent but time’s passage
Today’s
dreamy moment lies in that trash can tomorrow
As
if I had not heard it before
So
broken in futility.
