Aug 212011
 

Let us say no more of affections at our door
    that flood and flit between heart and head
    between silence manifest and the unsaid,
    for those departed who live undead.

Let us cry voiceless forever more
    who know no language can heal our injured cause
    whose unsuccess ungladly gives us pause,
    whose defeat's written out in eternal law.

Let us, singing, through each cherished Christmas soar
    clear of friends and family, like a star
    that sees its freezing brothers from afar
    clinging to the deadened stems they mar.

Let us in houseless nothingness implore
    no false civilities from our living loves
    who what they could of giving gravely gave
    and gave no more.
	

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