stratus

do not go back

to those who

backed into not

who go to done

who have gone

to those who

leave you asking

who you were with

*

find those

who need not

to be found

and who look at you

with eyes weeping the possible

horror of the loss

of their independence

that attracts you

to look longer

at those

*

above the cross

with a drooping face

mouthing darkness

i heard a whisper

that no one will save you

and you will save fewer

than that

for you will spend a life looking

to the clouds to shape you

though they too will crumble

down into hell

if only to drown it

and maybe you