Numb Agony
No burial happened. You are gone,
Though. I have now forgotten you except
When circumstance coerces. A black swan
Comes floating charred from Purgatory, swept
Up mercilessly by a memory
Long suppressed, until a casual chance
Aroma scrapes harshly, an emery
Board forced against the heartbeat, or a glance
Reveals a scene that conjures you, the whole
Of you and everything about us, all
At once, as pitilessly as a pole
Shoved up by Vlad inside me to appal
What beauty you caused there when you were mine.
The relic impales. Torture is my spine.