No Where Now

No (where) Now I don't want to write about it but my pen keeps circling hungry near the wounded hidden tall grass metaphor of decay any small movement snaps the bowstring free lies like arrows arc across the fallen trees iambic missing everything the zero that I'm seeing moon there just rising Sarah's looks down full not smiling poetry stops when the living get too close I've lost my bag of sins signed off the last appraisal I've nowhere left to be silence locks each metered word third stanza just for you easy to rewrite the first not so much the view (homage to S.T.)