Swan Song
if only I could sing you a swan song;
one where the difference between
black and white merges to form
feculent, industrious tones of grey:
a song fitting of your disconnect
from humanity
if only I could sing you a swan song;
one so discordant and dissonant-
where major, minor and pentatonic
all collide; a sound that makes you
grit your teeth, cover your ears and
cry aloud
if only I could sing you a swan song
it would not be a song at all - rather
a divergence of notes coming together;
not unlike knuckles on virgin bone -
like your anger spilling forward in
symphonic succession
if only I could write you a swan song-
something that allows me to feel again;
to unfurl my fists from my sides and unknot
my lungs; to allow my breath to flow freely
and to keep thoughts of you from the back of
my mind
but I cannot write you a swan song,
for the melodies stall just as surely
as my breath catches in my throat
one where the difference between
black and white merges to form
feculent, industrious tones of grey:
a song fitting of your disconnect
from humanity
if only I could sing you a swan song;
one so discordant and dissonant-
where major, minor and pentatonic
all collide; a sound that makes you
grit your teeth, cover your ears and
cry aloud
if only I could sing you a swan song
it would not be a song at all - rather
a divergence of notes coming together;
not unlike knuckles on virgin bone -
like your anger spilling forward in
symphonic succession
if only I could write you a swan song-
something that allows me to feel again;
to unfurl my fists from my sides and unknot
my lungs; to allow my breath to flow freely
and to keep thoughts of you from the back of
my mind
but I cannot write you a swan song,
for the melodies stall just as surely
as my breath catches in my throat