Lamentation

transformation, an emotion to an element
a life, a family
Time stood still as the sun rose,
on two dusky masses, on two selfish souls.

I. To
“My god, where are you now.”
Her god, her crosses,
hills of green
upon them crossed yellow poles,
blue stretching to the void.
Rope: taut, Expression: lifeless.
Her female shape now melted,
Her eyes taking ice flows
into warmth of his touch.
The warmth no more generated
from that calloused hand,
And the tears no more generated; fabricated.
Except alone, oh so alone.
A ball with a single spike: deserted,
suddenly.
How could she have ever felt company.
God never realized he had created
such a
solitary… being
cutoff, created a panic