August 25, 2019Poem
Who blinks first
griefmemoryidentitymortality
Who blinks first
Destroys the world
Stare at the bridge of the nose
Never in the eyes
Childish games
Carry too much weight
Into adulthood
Look away now
Tears will be your undoing
A nervous laugh
Out of place
At a graveside
Never trust
A damp hand
A sweaty grip
A slight twitch
Of an upper lip
When truth is demanded
Don’t look up
Even to remember
Counting Magpies
Will only end
In sorrow
Never beg
Or borrow
What you can’t replace
Today
As there may be no
Redemption
In tomorrow.