How do you describe
a day passing like a stranger
not turning at the sound
of falling scaffolding
used to city cacophany
indifferent to the silent need
of abandoned buildings
they never speak out
their grief
instead, their faces
long and elongated like
a farmer who tolls and is unnourished
by his labor
grows lines of muted grief on his cheeks
cross-hatching the old wrinkles of smiles
so long ago now it isn’t bear witnessing
his family lie in their solace
beneath spilt earth
waiting his turn
and he digs at stubborn soil
filled with limestone and angry rock
each time his spade hits
he flinches a little as the echo
of every effort he made
reverberates across quiet valley
like a drunk woman mocking him
only then
in those moments
when we stand holding our hands out
and nobody takes them
do we see the pack of cards
and their fortune
splayed on green cloth
and wonder at the choices we made
and those we did not
Full of intriguing analogies Candice .. very evoking …
“of every effort he made
reverberates across quiet valley
like a drunk woman mocking him”
wonderful poem! <3 <3 loved it!
A chilling evocation of isolation