Dirty Stained White Stained Grief Poem by Audrey Stephenson

It truly is brilliant and visceral
Unraveling every guilty strand
Stamping out your cigarette in plastic cups
Looking through your grandmother's spectacles
And just when you think you've had enough you
Smile
Staring into those affable telescopes you hide behind all of those fluffy black ribbons
Makes me grit my teeth
And it is sensational

Because it is not the individual
NO
It is the population
It is the society
It is not the lonesome calendar days
But it's the months and the weak
They strip the voice right from your throat

I'm just a scattered seed
And you're just a wrinkled pea
Nestled in your fleshy green tomb
And I will sit by your door until you let me in