Your
Silence
should not
haunt
me so
After all these years
I should lie
back
in its familiarity
like the waters of a
scalding bath
I do not
I can not
Instead
I
wander
the cavernous halls
of your silence
curling in upon myself
like a wounded
spider
When
We
dies
When
We
can no longer
sustain
Itself
on scant and
fetid crumbs,
Its
corpse,
Its scarred and
battered
corpse,
will lie pierced
through
with the
Words
I have hurled,
floating bloated and
abandoned
in the bottomless
bog
of your
Silence
c.sdmrogers 2015