Love. Love?
…………………………..“Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds”
My grief for you began before God killed
You, long before you died. I grieved for you
When you went off to cocaine land and spilled
Your genius in the dirt. I mourned the true
Things you had lost. You lost your son inside
His mother’s womb, abandoned her and him
To druggy lies the color of the hide
Of Satan, jettisoned your love for whim
Of nostril and the needle, tourniquet,
And bloodied veins. I handed you to Christ
In front of mild St. Francis but the sway
And gloss of darkest curls sacrificed
My offering to failure. I fell back
In gasping sobs, entangled in that black.