by Jason Alan
from breathtaking moonless nights
to the rattling of the chains of a prisoner.
from electronic pulses, the synapses in your brain
to the prattling of the tv news anchor.
from dazzling sunsets
to the screams of strangers in the night.
from a symphony of chainsaws
to a mother’s vox, lulling you to sleep.
from the smell of gunpowder
to the hope that life is everlasting.
from soft December rain
to the fallacy of a universal truth.
never to return.
and in a thousand years
no one will utter your name.
no tears will be shed
over your lifeless body.
yet the poetic heart that holds no purchase
in this mortal husk
will mourn for you forever more.