grief

deviant boy seeks
agnostic friend to act
as buddha in the evening
your whispers do justice
to the loss
your sparrow words
cane the nightmare of
her betrayal

it has come to the end
of another decade
I cower under the machinery
of age
these lists
full of moments
like ant armies
significant in their
unitary routes
each simple soldier
bearing a bucket
of saline loss
the ratcheting motor
begins making a new noise
what is it this time?