the void

I haven't written here for a few months partially because I've been busy with Band and Work and Electoral Politics and General Life Stuff but also partially because I haven't felt like anything I have to say is cogent enough or worthwhile/useful enough to put into blog form or even to particularly exist outside of my head.

Here is a poem I wrote this morning.

Glass ribs filled with fluid
holding a dumb heart too
poor to hold up its metaphor
all the weight that we ascribe
to a clot of muscle
clanging around in there like
a churchbell late for service
I can't hear you over the sound
I can't hear me over the sound
I can't hear it over the sound
I say these words so often
they lose their meaning.

Here is this body, here she lies
shorn and glossy and picked for
public view, careful of context,
isn't she lovely. Here is the ghost
standing at the foot of the coffin
a paradox, too insubstantial
too poor to hold up her metaphor.
I can't see you through the fog
I can't see me through the fog
I can't see it through the fog
I say these words so often
they lose their meaning.