Silly for the soul

For the eyes to cry

Squeeze water

When all is lost

Or when sudden happiness

Breaks open the heart

Leather gloved fingers

Upon the neck

Throttling speech

Why stop the uttering of

The indescribable

Incapacity mirroring

Inner helplessness

Where is my reason to explain

The senselessness of caring

The impossibility of such beauty

Such tenderness existing

That I should have witnessed it

Ever; and never again

Jack B Mills

writer, beekeeper, technician, anti-fascist

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