Tears Poem by J.B. LeBuert

A tear, two tears, a timeless flood
A drip, two drips, a bucket of blood
Pain excruciating and everlasting
Void of joy and full of crud

A tear, two tears, more than you can count
A drip, a drop, a force you can’t mount
Brain numbing and mind boggling
More than you’ll ever recount

A tear, two tears, a waterfall
A drip, a torrent, an intricate pall
An ecclesiastical pallium
Spread over the wall

A tear, two tears, an empty urn
No place to run, nowhere to turn
Breathless and vanquished all at once
Ashes to ashes, your body will burn

A tear, two tears, a full coffin
Mangled and wasted all too often
Prodigious happenings all around
Portentous moralizing so abound

A tear, two tears, your cup runeth over
A gregarious flock of beautiful plover
Juxtaposed photos for stark effect
Bountiful fields of burnt clover

Meaningful signs that here She comes
Eleven hands with thirteen thumbs
Blinding apocalyptic white flashes
Leaving finite miniscule breadcrumbs

A tear, two tears, that’s all that’s left
Nondescript culmination of the lonely bereft
Nothingness crawling up an erroneous pole
Blank memories erased from a mind half whole

Your tears are meaningless to the universe
They’ll be obdurately defined as a curse
Stop crying now you empiric dupe
Your tears are macabre and foretell much worse.