Weathervein

I found another way

to dig up your remains

couldn't help myself I

fanned the flame

tangled in your tendons

and I'm lost just out of frame

mangle my intentions

deigned to take the blame

cutting through the weatherveins

I let nothing but your voice remain

even though there's nothing left

for you to say

sitting in stillness

bested by unrest

a moth fell to flame's kiss

the thought I get through this

suffocating silence

end up alone

scissor thin wings

reap what's been sewn

suffer for penance

bend at the bone

wait in the garden

weed what's been grown

sitting in stillness

bested by unrest

a moth fell to flame's kiss

the thought I get through this

born into mourning

stayed over night

slain without warning

brevity's bite

a leaky faucet

thoughts run dry

mounting weakness

empty eyes