Dirge
Now at this hour
on this day and
time of year
cracks of light
leaves of green
buds and birds
possibly everyone
and everything
augur spring
I look out upon it
open my mouth
move my tongue
nothing comes out
no lyric no music
no song can be sung
save a lament
the eye all I
my imprisonment
2014 February 24
Copyright © Gerald Buss | Year Posted 2016
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