The gravesites were unmarked
But there were so many of them. It was as if having a name Were a burden, As if death were too busy To write anyone’s name down. I kneeled down against one of them, But could only discern the letter H. It still could have been unmarked; Perhaps somebody scratched it on there. Some vandal or one of history’s thieves Stealing first an alphabet, Then stealing our hearts for a moment, Thinking we know what the rest will say. It was a blank gravestone, I came to settle on that after a while. It had something to do with the angle I had been standing at, or the light. There’s no way I am seeing this letter Now, I thought, when the other stones stare blankly. Or what if it was a child Roaming the dank dark fog of the place To find a blank board to learn to spell; And what better place to learn to spell? Cold but determined, with shaking boy’s hands He writes a messy modest H. His word he was taught When he went to the zoo with mother. He didn’t like the zoo, And asked the mother, pointing to them all: Mama, what are those, he asked Pointing to the cruelest animal there. His word was too difficult to spell, He became forlorn and cold, Left the place behind him, Its air torn through with calm, and the knife too. Moving with crunching steps Through the yard for more. There were no more letters To make up a decent word. There were no more letters To make up any measly word. Not even U Could be found anywhere there. I thought I saw I But quickly laughed that one off. Without Y It was just a vague, disheveled H, Looking a little pathetic, really, A little desperate on its pillars.
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A human being-question chasing after both God and nothingness. The internet is a disaster, but our starlessness might teach us something. I welcome our constant experimenting with ourselves with open arms, for ultimately they are attempts of life at living and growing in life. My dwelling is in Key West, while the dwellings of my loves are Indiana, New Mexico, Texas, Massachusetts and Arizona. These spaces are nothing. Love abides and love embraces.
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