Laughlin

Noticed a change, an echoing absence
A jarring replacement, an upset to average
Curated history, cutting half of it out
Wore a ring on your finger
Where has that ring gone now?

Somewhere your death stops traffic
Somwhere you'll generate black
Huerfano: a presence missing
I only observe the lack
You mean somethings to someones
You mean nothing to me
Uninvited, I attend at a distance
I watch the wake on a screen

Like tread tracks ground in the median
Like a dead doe against the wall of a tunnel
Like a last breath left hanging in air

Suspended in a shallow-wash grave
Blood and water mixture, the whey after the strain
Nurses and the locksmith, knuckles wrenched and white
Robert never answered, 'cause Robert had died

They found his body drained and gray
Life on the walls, life on the mirror,
Life on the sink
Did he stand there full of holes and say:
"I've been cobbling ghosts
These forms I've evoked,
They won't stay
They won't stay
They won't stay"

Like tread tracks ground in the median
Like a dead doe against the wall of a tunnel
Like a last breath left hanging in air



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