Clear Poisonous Gas

You used to have
so many things to say

about nothing. Now
what has occurred-

where are your words,
your prayer, your tears?

Then, I understood
the shine of singing,

even when eternal smoke
collected in shadows,

flames of wound
connected in chains,

yellow sulphur, agony
seeped through skin.

I listen to empty spaces.
I have gone blind.

No one knows you.
Distant, lightless shore.

No one survives you.
Dark forgotten hills...

clear poisonous gas,
perfume of winter.

Between the pages,
between the solitude

of wrath's silence- speaks
violent, broken dreams.