Soil Erosion

He didn’t need to tell Me that all I had to do To find him again and again Was to read –
Read all the poetry I could get my hands on Sonnets and odes It was as if I knew them
All off by heart The silences within them There’s silence All around me now I’ve earned them those stripes And the dead and the living Go on and on They are my companions
On this blue planet From the beginning Of pain, decay and growth Until the end of days
And when it came to Divorce and separation All they knew of love Was that they loved each
Other and it was enough For both of them In theory. Of pain they’d Only learn of that later on They would only remember Their own childhood When looking at the faces
Of love on the angelic shine Of their children –
They’d whisper to themselves Rapture, oh this must be it Rapture! An atlas of it Amongst all the difficulties And how we’ve all drowned In that lake with those cursed Words calling themselves poetry.