places a dead body upon your back
and the dead hands
it places over your eyes
to keep them from spilling over
should you throw it off?
or when they stop
your breath
drying it out
with their ancient dust
,cough back the sobs
,your moans denied
is it a mercy or a burden?
though you thrust
your shoulders back and forth,
it will not fall off
though but barely it clings!
I am most afraid
that it is my will which does not
shake it as strongly
as it ought, to free it.
I’ve adjusted to the weight,
the comfort of
my tearless existence.
I am not ready to
drop tears for you yet
No, I will leave
this emotionless horror
to terrorize me
until all is resolved
between us once more.