grey muted vowels
sung over a blank face; thin
painted lips pressed carefully shut
to hide the lighted pearl within.
her mother inconsolable
grief of the deepest kind; undone
while her children stare out into the night
sky, the stars making space for yet another one.
fat wet tears fall upon
the dog; startled, it jumps
and paws at the various silent feet, all sad
a sea of toes that tells it to go or come.
drink packets squeeze out their long sweet
sighs, as they sweat sweet tears in this dark;
brought up to salty lips, they nourish the senseless
the only common thing left, is that breathless silence.