LEGACY

The grains you saved are still fermenting.

This the wine I must swallow.

The kerosene you saved still sighs.

This the night I must endure.

All night you stroll the constellations,

smoking, coughing,

your pain unfinished,

grinding its inhuman mill.

The abyss you plumbed I still measure,

your dark clouds’ millage

waiting for my breath,

woe’s undying legacy

leading me to you.

I wept at your photograph

mirroring my own decline.

Your slightest glance, my hair

a white conflagration.