darkly entering, crying what seems,
like a millions drops in one tear,
like non-stop festering,
on any of her wounds,
no, I have swallowed
a bitterness pill and
drank down a glass
of spite,
while she hangs on
weakly turning pages
to find that happy
ending, in a
Greek tragedy,
this isn't the circus,
it is bailing out the
leaky boat with
drinking
straws.

I rest enough to
catch my breath,
she catches a
tiger with a
too long tail,
and every scratch,
is infected with
the weight of the
world, she gets no rest,
give her a brake,
don't touch
her spoons, 'cuz
she won't make
IT
through
the day,
and what then
about tomorrow,
if she is not there
to let the sun rise,
and the sunshine in,
how will I know
that
we are all right.