Ink

How blue the ink stain

has deepened on still
paper lettered to anon
I mus’ to heavy spots
clear scratches aback
my body does hurt
not more than a thin
paper cut through me
where word lies lost
without its lost limb
once so blue withstaen’
Fade away, fade away
my faraway memory
for what use are you
as a memoir undone
whisper myself to wind
harsh beating my chest
plays the distant drum
and sings me his song
“how brave mans’ heart
faces howling canons
fearing his love gone”