Unbearable



the unbearable

poverty between

our quick spending

of muscle definition

and emotional IQ

never prepares us

for the exit strategy

of the particular

nervous vibration

of human life time,


the crash of days

leaves us wreckage

by the soul side,

open books dog eared,

spines cracked , torn

sleeves spilling our

peaceful doves,


but still we rubber neck

and note pains evidence

of life and lifelessness,

bare supple witness

to the full stop of love

and the breathing space

that takes away the breath,


perhaps we can only do our best

be both the witness for the prosecution

and the defense, convince our fellow

jurors of the innocence and experience

of each creatures particular arrangement,


as you pass the torture cell

and smell the electric crackle

and hear the human grind,

perhaps the very least to

commit is your loudest howl

your deepest tear and your most

precious love child's first word.


jgh(c)2009

*for Michael Grover