Friday, February 23, 2007
God Save Me From This Nightmare
A million poems about you
Just blow around and around
In the dusty, cool air
There is no anchor,
Except for my sad heart
If I could, I would become invisible
and draw you near
And whisper to you:
Are you so sure?
(god help me) are you so sure?
Creating love is the biggest lie of all,
The most sorrowful one
The one that causes little sparrows
to fall dead to the ground;
the one that makes the fall leaves
crackle as they are crushed
under your distracted feet
The one that makes your heart pound happily with
hope: bu-bump, bu-bump, bu-bump
eternal song of sweet sorrow;
How many have died from this most evil of lies?
This most brilliant of gifts?
Why? Why give this to us?
a bargain with death;
a small white flower with your breath on it