White

Death
you said
brings drama

And you were clear
you did not want
drama
in your life


Death
you said
brings drama

Closer

But what of pain
that warns
and whispers

It's been so long

What of decay
that blocks
the green


What ballast
sinks you
down

Too late.
The show has begun.

The fat grub is eating the trunk
away from the sun

He turns white
and eats down
to the root

I bring an axe, dull
with memory and desire
biting down
breaking the trunk

And things fall as they may
Away
from your son
from your husband
from your lover
from your home



Is it all as it seems?
So unresolved?
So pure and white

Left in the dark
I'm blocked
from seeing

you.
until.

We meet.
And I will wear.

Black.