every cry

has its attendant

 

a familiar atrophy of concern

 

the supposed and the possible

sutured into presence

 

spittle and contempt and

if only i

could

 

          the heart forges

nails for

impossible constructions

 

certainty is a plighted adherence

 

pleading a common bloodline

 

for every cry

there is

             a lover, or a disciple

 

assured through castigations

 

for the outrage of patience,

for the presumption of mutual groundlessness,

 

for the performance of needless fidelities

 

devotion is an unrealized tragedy. 

 

 

 

 

from 7  Mike Schertzer, 2005