Holding her for the last time in such quiet moments
Hush, the world comes to you
In the form of collect calls, cat calls, ca-caws
Partition in the middle of the room
Visions of apathy stares ahead
Empathy is empty when we speak about the meal
“It’s good tonight.”
Hounds begging at their master’s door
Curtailing the coldness of the night
Blanketed in Autumn leaves, shivering.
Inspiring the sin to sink in slow
Like God coming in lavender wavelengths
Coming like the easing house,
Strangers come and go
We shall learn their names and faces and their deepest fears
They shall leave in peace
We shall visit every so often
Bringing gifts of wilting violets and stale food
Speaking to them silently
As they can’t hear us anymore.
Tremors in the floorboards
Jesus shaking on the mantle
Mother Mary may I-
May I come inside?
Leaping over the ledge just to prove
That you understand synesthesia.
Synthesize on the way down
That we were good for you.