The Low Man Poem by BLT REI

“My hole life’s in limbo”
-he muted as he was cautiously lowered.

The tears at his wake
fuel the closure of fossils.

He did scream in unfished rivers
(-there are no unfished rivers-)

He scorched unseen skies
(-there are no unseen skies-)

Too late to love her earthquakes
(-her laughter was an earthquake-)

He thought-by gun and pills-


“There is no one to love me…”

She stands over his entombed carrion soul
in torn black embers

“If only”