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



          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