Elegy For Elsabet

So the fields are stubble,

Garden's done

Where the scary scarecrow stands

Sees her holding up horizons with her hands.

She's so tired of reading Daddy's lips

That essay on a frown.

Watch her memories of human voices drown.

Let horsey bray

Break between the thunder boom.

Make grasses' swish

Meet the cricket's ring.

Let every sound

Consecrate our whispering

The words that Betta never heard.

The back lanes tie the city down

A mess of dirty string.

Winter dies the same way every spring.

As the sky tries on its uniform

Of turned off t.v. grey,

And the ways we watched her watch us walk away

Let every rain

Clatter down at groaning streets.

Make footsteps tick

Talk to echoed walls.

Let every sound

Consecrate our whispering

The words that Betta never heard.

Let every wind

Howl and creak the creaking doors

To rooms that too much has happened in.

Let every sound

Consecrate our whispering

The words that Betta never heard.