Broken

I Hear a shriek, a peircing shriek,
And think it comes from me,
A broken heart, a throbbing mind,
Its all I have to keep
these broken fragments held,
these broken bits of me,
I cannot speak, I cannot think, I cannot do much more.

And what of this, these broken words, these
broken lines ill spoken,
What of this, this shadowed light this darkened day of mine.
I climb a mountain, I swim a sea,
But Nothing, Nothing reaches me
Nothing stirs this soul, dead-panned
this panic strieking mind.
And so I shriek, or something shrieks
and something breaks in Half
And broken, tumbling falls apart and
Heavy, rolls down like a stone,
And splashes, sinks down like despair,
Down Down Down forgotten.
I bleed. grow weak and disappear

A man is dead today. A part of me I never knew
Lying in a cold church, not His,
a place hes never been.
Therell be a handful there
Of Neighbours, land-hungry, full of mournful humility
Family too, cousins only, passersby
a priest who never knew him.
A man forgotten.
And Im not there.
Instead I busy myself with idiots,
Jumping hoops and making jokes designed to make them laugh,
People who are nothing to me.
And there a dead man lies,
a man who probably shares more with me than many left on earth
I close my eyes, and force it back,
Rest in Peace, Im sorry.