lost whispers hidden

the life he lost was sinew, heart and bone

that evanesced like whispers in the dust

the common thread, the hidden allophone

paroxysms of gallantry and lust

 

she sang her sweet cabal and twirled her heir

the one inherits while the other plots

the first executive, the last au pair

with blots and splotches, full-on ocelots

 

when they knew me, their hope was stars and whey

envisaging the amative to fly

another quote from stein or hemingway

the hunger that no words can satisfy

 

    all emptiness and echoings, unsung —

    the ghosts of what was life and love, and young

 

Author: Sibelius Russell

Sibelius Russell (a/k/a/ Owen "Beleaguered" Servant) lives a life of whimsical servitude -- whatever that means.

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