Friday, October 27, 2006


I dreamed that you were dead. She spoke these words
Into the dark. We lay among the sheets
Of satiated dreams. I thought I heard
Her raise her hand to push away defeat.
I'm not, I said. But that's the way it went.
From bad to worse... from bad to very bad.
I'm not, I said... and that is what I meant.
And still she took my hand and we were sad
That everything in both our lives could end
Like this: A whispered word that in the dark
Could smother hope. I know we can't defend
Ourselves from horrors that are cold and stark.
She raised her hand to push the dream away...
It came for her... not me... It came today.