The Echo Returns Not

The stars dance across the sky A nightly recital of spinning and whirling They’re in the spotlight here But I know they’re invisible to him Playing hide-and-go-seek offstage I scream his name to the cosmos In some sort of harrowed cry Or desolate plea for redress It comes out raspy, choked The faraway stars have no reply The echo returns not I’m left standing in the dark Mourning his mindlessnesses Bombarded by the silence