Silence, These Nights

August 26, 2007

He did not bleed when
the sword thrust pierced his side;
Already dead, he wept not.

The heavens part, and this snow,
this quieting
dances around in eddying gusts
and melts so fast
it scarcely seems to land.

She’s severed those ties-
some slit closely, filleted heart
grilled in fires of torment.
Others merely slipped away,
quietly and far downstream.

Silence, these nights,
is more mercy than she hoped for.