To A Grieving Poet:
Forgive us when we say
There are no words
Let us mourn together
Their ultimate failure and
Make for them bodies to
Dwell among us
Incarnations of word-flesh
Are no going down though
But a rising
Into speakable love
We are told that
Energy is fungible
Matter thrums
Quarks accelerate
Particles collide, but
My broken child
Is all the universe
That matters
obliged.
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