Lament

The Prospect of losing a piece of
your Heart is realizing the world is caving in
With all of you underneath and
Everything else –– on top and above –– tumbling.

Feel the ground heave and shake
With the urgency of your weeping –– And the rain
In sheets should pour –– nay, Tear! –– down
The Heavens and bludgeon away the pain.

But forsooth! –– The earth silently revolves
And the storm no more potent than yester’s shower ––
There are no thunderclaps nor lightning ––
Nor the night is much blacker.

So who hears the screaming of your little Heart
Being wrenched –– bit by microscopic bit –– apart?


---- 11th May, 2005.