Sleep My Love

almost helpless
observing the loving effort of change
on the physical
the needed depletion and thankful disregard
reforming the ivory cast age
on the mental
hollowing the monkey skull and
pouring the jungle memory into second being
of the spirit
lowering the corpses below the earth
by hand to touch and innocently absorb
each’s solemn passing
held in periphery and only able to watch
with saddened pride not to pass on mine
nor to impose on yours
this digested humility and god damned
futility in wanting so much to fuel your vessel
with my being
as to let you rest and sleep my love in that
comforting wayland away from the milliamp
pressure that this resurrection requires
of you
sleep my love

K. Roberti