My last objection, your absence

I lay beside the others,
an accretion
of such magnitude
it shames me

 that I ever presumed to keep
what I love as if it
were mine

and not some mysterious
grace that comes
and goes while I
wish otherwise.

My last objection, your absence,
I lay to rest along the banks
of this river, my life.

Ain’t gonna study war no more

Now I am surrendered
my cupped hands empty
fingers wide-spread

that the next beauty
might pause,
then run
and run
through.

 

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