Also, I Haven't Yet Killed My Uncle

Not Danish, not prince, I brood,
Nonetheless, with my love
Always absent, and always
Opaque. Has she gone to be
Rid of me? That could be so.
Is she mute when we meet
Because “we” are no more?
Does she make me invisible
With others near because
She is ashamed of the mutt
At her feet, or am I someone
Secret she wants for her own?
Is she mute because we meet
So rarely these days, and is
Too shy to speak what she
Wishes to say, and her
Absence not really related
To me? I brood, but I
Never can reach a conclusion,
My love being truly opaque.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-11-20 at 19:50

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