I’ve seen that look before; another hour more
’til the truth comes.
a dank cave, cavernous. The depths, they last forever.
another modern telephonic ghost whose haunting is silence;
manufactured abyss between the lines–
some wired connections severed or unstarted—
is it a relief
yelling with no echo?
i came long to know that no one would know
(without even a need to bury, to labor!)
____________________________________________a cover-up out in the open.
the stark blue tarp where Jimmy Hofa laid;
a man blanketed by blanketed men.
A shock, too, to see that thing upon me
and suddenly know its warmth.
And now to wonder
just what it means
to be truly cold
and uncovered