Requiem

when faith
drops to gall-
spiced chains at the  
                                     bottom
of wisdom

when hope
falls to duty-
confined rings at the
                                     edge
of reason

when love 
turns to salt-
matted lashes at the
                                        corner
of sight

there is no
                     why
there is only
                     why
not

© s rogers 29 may 2009

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