silence
no birds
singing
beneath the
smothering
storm clouds
except for
one low
warbling
a squeaky
repetition
sounding
sadly in a
collusion of
damnation

the coffee
maker broke
yesterday
a tired soldier
giving in to
the rigors of
unending war
uncaffeinated
unprepared
to face
patent miseries
in the quiet
funerary procession
of her absolution
in absentia

we have become
ink blots
indecipherable
illusions
intimating an
intimacy
extinguished
by selfish neglects
indistinguishable
images of
incidental
incursions
emotionally
bereft eulogies
for ignored adorations

silence
no birds
singing
beneath the
stagnancy of
simmering
accumulative
cumuli
slowly separating
serenity into
sinuous
vivisections
a sullen
swarm of sorrows
in an uncaffeinated
sea of heartshatter
calling out in the
predawn pandemonium