[silenceevolves]

Genesis: a grave

Please don’t leave –
Somebody crashed out on main street
The holy paramedics
Could go without the interruption
Of mouths breathing,
And tears falling, as they ship
Such bodies to their genesis:
A grave next to their parents’.

Please don’t leave –
The paint on the gates outside
Is too quickly fading
Surreal, from gold to yellow to gone.
Claim: "it’s just hiding"
From the supercilious and precise
Who would see the off-white,
And try to cleanse the fright.

Please don’t leave –
The crosshairs on your neck
Will only move a train
Enough to see a wave of holiday
Shoppers in masses
Surge and grace the weekend with
The still, spread, shocked lips
To witness a holy necrosis --

Only to continue moving to the beat,
Of their golden watches still ticking;
Or to heat themselves by a science fire
Under unwilling ember letters:
Weep apathetically for the dead text,
and speak with a general express,
"I can no longer prove I exist,
But they tell me that I am 'blessed'."

So, please, don’t leave,
And save your hurting
For a time you’d find
What for you’re searching.