her death
your heart
their relation

a stone that devours wind
and sinks through your ocean
stirring waves that stir the coastal sand to move along the horizon
that crash against your youth and its arrogance

until the urge is met and the waves rise high
to the brim of your throat and the tip of your tongue
everything in waiver and in wait
for the world to conclude and leave you to your stillness

to your statue with plaque that explains what you would have done
to your fallen idols with holy theories--
mental melodies to but one amen in one mind

and as the wave thrashes your beaten world
you cling to your earth, swallowing your reckoning,
saying nothing