people try to tell other people
about their lives. some give up as they grow
older. belief in stories gets feebler
among those with insight - and in the know
that any yarn just approximates
at best. imagine being bound by lies
we did not mean. words should instead cremate
the past when silence cannot be relied
on. let the telling be a pyre
so that only the burning is told.
the story is how the music expired -
the heavy ash never really gets cold.
remember the weight of grit in your hands -
flame and body translated into sand.
4 July 2021