The Day The Children Sat

Mourning in a spot
first star contemplate
with the beginnings of a setting sun
while native chant overtook my thought
like some language
conveying only heart
and hearing only heart
the star outlasts
outshines the rest
somehow I thought there were others here
checking my pulse


The mourn this hour
overtakes this dramaticity
stale-mate
blips on the screen
wandered off in tartarus
worlds all our own
and there she made my world
but is gone.


Never before


In the playground they take their seats
and the chosen one complains
and points out a logical thing
a third come
and only the laughter from
a mourning soul
can say
sit down children
I am it all~
and we made them both.