Shut Up

The glass shivers beneath my ear, rejecting my warmth that feels so...cold. And the metal coffin they've brought to take us away, it clutters so horribly I ponder if we'll ever reach the hole.

This country...made of millions of holes, in the road, in the soil, in the people...
...it's just a big hole...

And the sound, so monotonous,so...uncaring, numbs me. The sound of a world sleeping.
The sound that proves that what my brother said was true.
The world would live even if we all die...

A lonely tear slides down a lonely cheek, wanting to part a system clogged at heart.
My palms rise and my head falls and they meet halfway, like longing lovers...like I would meet my heart when he came down from the clouds.

Oh, how I miss you...
And how you missed me when I didn't.
And how Boston misses you and missed me more than we missed him.

With the oxygen mask concealing his pain, numbing

with the hands of the paramedics trying to figure out where the coffin should go, in a hole or out one

with your long arms, slender, trading muscle for bone... imobile and numb

you look so...hurt.

And there's nothing I can do.
You'll die like my heart did
and I'll meet you halfway, brother

because this world will live even if we die...