Mum’s the Dirge

When grief cannot speak
She wanders the dark space
Wringing her hands
and scratching her face
and silently beating the earth
From whence she came,
to whence again return
Unchanged, and never the same.

While desperate she roams mute
her tempestuous fury builds
with the tears she cannot shed
Her own black heart is filled
With the desire to kill and assuage
If only to loose her tongue
To free her constrained farewells,
To uncage what is caught unsung

To let love grieve and die
and speak again
and fly.