No Answer To It Is Death Poem by Kyle Schlicher

as the birds made off in flight
we picked up the pieces.

nothing was to remain there on the ground.

we silently screamed
the mood away into the dawn's early light.

nothing can touch us.

we are of this situation.

talk to me,

i will listen for i have the time.

i need to hear my heart beating

above this roaring in my ears.

it is too late,

i feel the numbness setting in.

i no longer am capable of feeling.

my time here is almost over.

(12-23-1968)